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Got home today to find the first pieces of flooring in place. It looks great! I’ll have to post before and after pictures. Purty purty stuff. Can’t wait to see what the new vanity and faucet look like when they’re installed.

Not home for long… heading out to dance practise.

Okay, first the good news. The package I thought had been Banff’ed was actually sent to the dead letter center in Atlanta. That was one MAJOR screw up on the part of the post office. I went to the post office when the letter was supposedly still in the building. I was told (at the time) that the letter had been shipped back to Canada. Apparently, it was still in the building and was sent to Atlanta to the letter graveyard. I told my package woes to my regular carrier, who had been on vacation at the time when the package was initially delivered to my house. This time he had the package retrieved from Atlanta. By chance, I had checked the USPS tracking site to see where it was — and it showed the package had been delivered to Knoxville last Friday. Booked it to the post office, and about 20 minutes later had the package. Crazy. But good news.

I got home from the post office in a rush to meet a friend to go tile shopping. (I had to pick out tile, vinyl, a vanity/sink combo, and moulding tonight so the cleaning crew/carpenters could finish their work tomorrow.) I got home and found my washer and dryer out on my front yard covered in plastic. My deadbolt also wasn’t locked. The fish fountains were turned off. Grr.

I don’t have many nice things, but I did invest in a top-of-the-line clothes washer. And it was on my front porch where anyone could wheel it away. I could have sworn that I told the carpenter this morning to put the washer and dryer in the living room. A quick call there, and he agreed to come back out and put the washer and dryer in my living room. Very reasonable guy and was willing to work with me. I apologized for being a little snappy and explained the day had not been going well.

So from all of the fiascos I did get some good information. Apparently, if I found a .98/sq. ft. tile at Lowes I could replace the vinyl in hallway and foyer with tile. Oh yeah, I’m all about that! Much better than vinyl. So I kidnapped a friend and we went to Lowes. Found a nice vanity to replace the plain white one in the bathroom, a new faucet, and a nice warm ceramic tile. I’ll post pictures of all of the stuff tomorrow. I think it will look great. =)

I think it’s lost and not coming back. I’m going to go to the post office today and make a claim. This is crazy. I should have gotten the package back long ago. For them to not have it and to not know where it is after this amount of time is insane.

I called the Banff hotel. They said that they would send the package back. The lady on the phone couldn’t wait to get off of the phone with me, didn’t want to check to see if it was there, and wouldn’t pay attention long enough. So screw that. I’ll have to turn in the receipt for the package and just hope that it isn’t too late to have payment on the insurance. Glad I did get it insured.

I must have had a strange dream last night: I woke up singing a song I learned in elementary school (“Senior Don Gato”–yup, song about a cat). Very bizarre. I haven’t thought about that song in years. Funny what you remember.

Oh Senior Don Gato was a cat
On a high red roof Don Gato sat
He was there to read a letter
meow meow meow
where the reading light was better
meow meow meow
‘Twas a love note for Don Gato

I adore you wrote the lady cat
who was fluffy white and nice and fat
there was not a sweeter kitty
meow meow meow
in the country or the city
meow meow meow
and she said she’d wed Don Gato

Oh Don Gato jumped so happily
He fell off the roof and broke his knee
broke his ribs and all his whiskers
meow meow meow
and his little solar pliskers (plexus)
meow meow meow
A caramba! cried Don Gato

All the doctors all came on the run
Just to see if something could be done
They held a consultation
meow meow meow
about how to save their patient
meow meow meow
how to save Senior Don Gato

But in spite of everything they tried.
Poor Senor Don Gato up and died.
O it wasn’t very merry,
meow meow meow.
Going to the cemetery,
Meow Meow Meow.
For the ending of Don Gato

When the funeral passed the market square
Such a smell of fish was in the air,
Though his burial was slated,
meow meow meow
He became reanimated,
meow meow meow
He came back to life, Don Gato.

I am not a morning person. Never have been, never will be. I have missed two hours’ worth of sleep this morning to meet the cleaning people at my house. Sigh. Really tired.

I know, it’s not technically that early, but when it’s two hours earlier than what you are used to getting up, that’s early.

Ever feel like a deer in headlights? You get caught up in doing some activity, trying to correct some error, and you spend all day on it. It’s like some bizarre fascination that you just can stop once you’ve started it.

Wasted the entire friggin’ evening looking for information on MacJournal and WordPress. That really annoys me (see earlier note). I should have been reading other material and doing some writing. Not piddling around trying to configure a piece of software.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Now it’s late and the cleaning people will be here early in the morning to take up most of my flooring in the hallway, bathroom, laundry room. Another extension of home-ownership hell.