Squirrels Are Back

They're baaa-ack. The Squirrels have decided this is the season for revenge and are setting up house in my attic. I can hear them even as I type this, their thick claws scraping across the ceiling over my head.

I've been hearing the sound for some time (days) but had hoped I was just hearing them on the roof. But today I could trace their path as they traipsed from the light fixture over to the bathroom ceiling to above my work desk and back to the light again.  I sang them a little song to get them to leave that went something like this:

Get out of my house

you furry-tailed mouse.

Or with poison I'll fill you

That's right baby, I'll kill you.

I just called Critter Control who got rid of the squirrels for us last time.  "Did you sign-up for our long-term warranty?" asked the girl who answered the phone. I thought of the warranty offer I--ironically--received just last month. I crumpled into a ball and threw it in the trash on top of the discarded kitty litter.

"Um, I don't remember," I said.

"We'll have someone out there as soon as possible," she replied.

I'd like to get this taken care of before we leave for our trip. That way I won't have the unpleasant task of informing the housesitter there is the possibility of her being bludgeoned to death by angry squirrels who mistake her for me in the dark. But last time it took several weeks to get rid of the squirrels.  Oh, they're clever.

But in the end, there can be only one.

Preparing to Leave

We leave Saturday for our trip to England/Scotland and I've just about written this week off as a work week and caved in to the fact that I will do little other than "get ready for the trip."

I've noticed getting ready for a trip means different things to a man than it does a woman. Here's what Blair does to get ready for a trip: He packs. Well, that's not fair. He also makes sure we have all our travel documents, itineraries and money.

Here's what I do to get ready for a trip:

  • Compile a (4 pages and growing) document for the housesitter with detailed instructions on care and feeding of the cats, emergency numbers, instructions for how to operate the DVD player and remote, reminders of when trash and mail pickup occur, and brief bios on all our neighbors.
  • Go to CVS and stock up on $30 worth of "miniatures: miniature Crest, miniature deodorant, miniature can of gel shaving cream,...
  • Clean the house and wash sheets on both beds so housesitter has choice of where to sleep
  • Prepare advance blogs to be posted during my absence (I won't leave you hangin'...)
  • Empty the fridge
  • Go through my wardrobe and determine I need new socks, shoes, and underwear.  Go on a shopping binge.
  • Feel guilty about unnecessary spending on shopping binge and return majority of items.
  • Get a haircut, pedicure, underarm waxing and eye exam in preparation for trip.
  • Order and pick-up extra prescriptions to bring along on trip
  • Back-up files on computer in case of unforeseen power surge in our absence
  • Make list of "items not to be forgotten" to take on trip. Misplace list and rewrite. Repeat.
  • Spend quality time with cats
  • Fret about need to lose 10 lbs and gain 2 lbs in the process
  • Wash every article of clothing I own so that I have a fresh slate to chose from for packing
  • Pick up clothes from dry cleaner

My dirty little secret is that I actually like doing all the prep work. Makes me feel like I'm getting things DONE in life. Mostly unnecessary things, but things nonetheless.

Thank God we only travel like this once a year. 

What Now? - Decorating Diaries

 Summers during college, I waitressed at Cracker Barrel. It was harder work than I thought it would be, requiring attention to detail, balance and lifting skills, constant movement and--occasionally--the ability to smile through gritted teeth.

I say occasionally because for the most part, customers were pleasant. And I was a good waitress--I learned to bring  crackers to a table when I saw a high-chair being set up at one of my stations and I never forgot the condiments or drink orders.

But regardless of skill level, there is always the table were things go awry--the cook slathers gravy over the chicken even though NO GRAVY was written and underlined on  the ticket. The corn muffins weren't ready to serve with the meal. I spilled something on them. We were out of the dessert they wanted and the back-up one they reluctantly agreed to came out burnt.

It wasn't just that one of these mishaps would occur. They would ALL occur--at the same table.  

That's how I feel about this bathroom renovation project that we started in--can you believe it?--October. It's not just that one thing has gone wrong. Everything that could have possible gone wrong has. Let's review:

  • Let go of original GC as wasn't showing up on time or listening to our budgeting needs
  • Couldn't find anyone in our area to install a heated floor
  • Huge time delays were the bathroom would sit, abandoned for days and weeks at a time, with no work being done.
  • Once the work started, ran out of tile and had to wait while more was ordered
  • The Silerstone countertop people cut the counter top wrong and it had to be redone - 3 week delay
  • The porcelain sinks ordered were too big for the countertop and had to be cut. One sink cracked - 2-3 week delay as it was reordered and recut
  • The shower door arrived on time but in the wrong color. 3 week delay for reordering.
  • A casket came loose from the shower prep work, causing us to lose water last weekend for 48 hours and necessitating we drill a trapdoor in my closet for access to pipes.
  • I had the boxes for the wall scones drilled on either side of the mirror then bought lighting that instead goes over the mirror.  Had electrical contractor back out to remove boxes I'd just paid for and install new boxes.
  • Selected paint color. Looked like baby ca-ca. Tried 5 different colors before settling on "beige."
  • Olivia escaped down the shower drain while work was being done, causing me 8 hours of angst until she reappeared, no worse for the wear.
  • Shower was installed but the hardware for the section where you turn the handle to select hot or cold is missing the handle. There's a large screw the handle goes over, but no handle. Just left out of the box. Now I have to convince Lowe's to sell me just a handle out of a boxed kit.

And those are just the ones I remember. I'm sure there are more I'm forgetting or wisely choosing to block out.  But it's just like at Crackerbarrel only our bathroom is the table with the bad luck.  Nothing that can be done. Sometimes Fate just points a finger and says, "Today, I pick on you."

At least we didn't have anything spilled on us.

One Less Battle

Ahhhh.  One issue resolved. Almost as soon as I finished my last posting I checked e-mail and had a fax from the bathroom people. They wrote a very nice letter explaining a few background situations I had not been aware of and offered a discount on the tile work and the countertop.  I'm happy with their offer and am anxious to close this chapter of my life so I left them a voicemail accepting the offer, thanking them for their work (the bathroom did turn out beautiful--I'll post pictures) and I've already written out the check.

What I like best about this scenario is that there is no lingering conflict. I feel like they made the best offer they could to set things right. I can't ask for more than that. And now that I feel like I've been heard and they've addressed the problem, I no longer have a problem. They're welcome to come and take pictures of the bathroom and use the photos for company promotion.  I like to think it all worked out.

Big sigh of relief. It's nice to have the book closed on that one.