Special Painter, That's Me

I am taking a break. I have been painting all week. Almost ready to put this bathroom together. My house no longer smells of wood smoke, but paint. I am using oil-based rustoleum. It was cheaper than high-gloss latex and will provide better protection from moisture in the air. The toilet has to be reset and I am going to paint behind it while he has it up and out of my way. The trim pieces are all cut and just need one more coat of paint tomorrow morning.

I am giddy with excitement. Even sleep deprivation cannot put a damper on my good mood. Last night I tossed and turned. I was so restless that the dogs got annoyed with me. At 2:30 I heard my husband's cell phone. I actually thought that it was maybe 6 and I got up, since I had been just laying there waiting for morning to come. He, who tows, had to go rescue a stranded traveler and I took my furry kids out; well, except for Oscar. He growled and gave me a dirty look when I tried to convince to go out and pee. He was letting  me know that it was sleep time in his own special way.

I gathered them back to bed and tried, in vain, to go to sleep. Toni, the eye sniffer, tired of my changing positions and actually joined Wall-E under the covers. I was still awake 2 hours later when he, who tows, returned. I finally dozed til 8:30. I watched the coffee brew and shuffled through my morning chores of feeding my four-legged crew and taking them out.

With one cup of coffee in me I was ready to paint. I finished as much as I could and am now waiting for the paint to dry. It is a lot like that watched pot that never boils. It will need a full 24 hours. He, who rescues the stranded, came home for his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich and told me about his night-time excursion.

The call was for a traveler in need of fuel. He stopped and got the requisite gasoline and went to the location. He put the fuel in the vehicle and it still failed to start up. All the while the woman was dissatisfied with his efforts. Two gallons of gasoline is the amount recommended to deliver to the motorist. He will usually fill to a point that is an even amount, since they need to pay for it upon delivery. She was mad that she didn't get the full 2 gallons. He tried to tell her that he wasn't charging her for any more than she was getting. He tried jumper cables to get her vehicle moving and that failed as well. There was nothing left to do, and the car had to be towed. She was from St. Louis and she was on her way to Kansas City and wanted to be towed there. Basic AAA will only pay for a 3 mile tow. He towed her to the location of the shop and then drove her to a near-by hotel.

She arrived at the shop this morning to tell them that she was going to change her AAA from basic to premium and  after this was done, they could tow her to Kansas City. Now, we all know that it doesn't work that way. It would be like going to the hospital with appendicitis and finding out your insurance won't cover the surgery, then changing policies to proceed. She was not receptive to any advice concerning her plan, just insisted that they would indeed do it for her.

Because she is special. I pointed out the obvious, though. If her vehicle won't run ......... she still won't have a means of transportation in Kansas City. Oh, I forgot, she will upgrade and they will get a rental car. Wish I was special like that.