Unfit to buy a chocolate bar
Both housework and homework are subject to procrastination. There: glad that’s out.
We were put on notice, several days ago, that someone would be coming by to take the “real” measurements for windows. My effort, back in July, was good enough for a price request. Now that we actually wanted something with dimensions that could not be altered, it was time for a trained professional to stop by. Good. Hate to be the one responsible for an oversized hole in the house.
However, we live here. Not pointing fingers, but certain rooms were in need of a reordering… removal of stuff from the floor, etc. Housework. And homework, because we are part of a larger team here. The word was out. Please clean your room before Saturday morning. When the contractor called, today, a full twenty-four hours ahead of schedule, the operative term became “scramble”.
And now it’s done. Without too much embarrassment for those involved. The order for the new windows will be made. And all we have to do is to keep things “as they are” until the actual arrival of the work crew. Should be interesting.
I’ve been reading a recent issue of Atlantic magazine, trying to understand economics. The more I read, the more I realize that I know nothing about a whole bunch of stuff. Time to get an education, because based on what I read, I’m unfit to collect pocket change to buy a chocolate bar. Too many variables between picking up pennies and chomping into an Aero. Forgive me, world, for debalancing monetary policies around the world.
