There I was at work, just a working away about ten minutes after two, when one of the parts stagers walked by, then kind of did a double take at me. "I forgot you were staying until 3:00!" she said.
"So did I!" I replied, laughing. Seriously, I did. I was getting all excited around a quarter to, thinking it was almost time to leave when I overheard someone else say the word overtime.
"Dang!" I exclaimed. "We've got to stay until 3:00!" And so we did. Well, the sub brazing department did. The lines went home. Most of them, at least. I told my coworker that if we're going to be the only ones staying over, I'd rather come in early.
Anyway, work has been kind of interesting this week because the construction crew is taking everything down out of the ceilings. And I do mean everything. All of the electrical conduit, the phone lines, the pneumatic system, the old air conditioners and duct work -- everything except the sprinkler system. It looks like they're going to start over completely from scratch.
The interesting part is that they've been cutting off the electricity to the lighting system from time to time, and we've been working in the dark. I was over at the computer trying to confirm some work and I couldn't even see my paper to type the numbers in. It's been fun, to say the least.
After work, I had planned on running by Another Man's Treasure thrift shop to see if they wanted this stuff I'd boxed up to donate. Alas, when I turned down the road to go into town, I saw the sign "Road Closed". It would have been nice if they'd put that sign somewhere you could see it before you turned onto that road, because once you're on it, there is no place to turn around until you get to the Lee Tartt Nature Preserve.
Turn around I did, and then I drove down through the lake and went to Huckleberry Finds thrift shop instead. She was very happy to take the stuff, and thanked me for supporting her small business. I thanked her for taking the stuff, because I hated to throw it into the garbage. "These teddy bears need to be loved by a little girl," I told her. She said any time I had stuff to donate, she'd be happy to take it. So, now I have a place to donate stuff, and there will definitely be more coming as I get more cleaning done.
This guy never made it into the donation box, though.
I don't even know where he came from, or who gave him to me, but he's staying.
This one, on the other hand, I had to dive back into the box and get him out.
I'd scooped up all of the Beanie Babies without looking and put them into the donate box. Sometime today at work, I remembered this bison was in there, and said, "Oh no!" I'd gotten him because my dad loved bison. He and a Canada goose are the only ones I wanted to keep. The rest, I'd completely forgotten I even had, so they all could go.
Oh, and I called the clean up man back. He said he didn't forget about me, then asked if I'd changed my mind about Monday. After a bit of clarification, turns out it was just a misunderstanding. I'd thought we'd agreed he'd come at 2:30, and he thought I was going to call him back when I was ready for him to come. The long and the short of it is, he's going to come in the morning after he puts his kids on the school bus. Cool beans.
Funny thing is, I kind of did change my mind. When he didn't come, I had decided to wait until today to call and see if he could come early in the morning either tomorrow or Saturday. It's been so hot, I haven't even wanted to be outside long enough to show him what to get. So it all worked out for the best.
But this whole thing illustrates why -- at least one of the reasons -- I don't like making phone calls. I don't feel like I communicate well over the phone. I'm much better texting or messaging.
OK, moving right along. Some of the basil I'd cut down from the planter last week are coming back.
I totally did not expect that, since I'd cut them down at ground level. There are two of them showing new growth, so now I'll have tender young basil going in to the Fall. That's good, because I'd let all of the rest go to flower, and the leaves can turn bitter once that happens.
And finally, if you have a mind to, keep my friend Edna Who Loves To See Her Name In My Blog in your prayers. I know she'd appreciate it.
She's had a rough week.


























































