...except...really nothing news worthy has been going on here.
Well, other than the fact that cases are surging in our state - way too go, North Carolinians! What's the plan - to make us the state with most numbers? You are on your way, it seems.
And, maybe the fact that our oven has up and died last week. I made an appointment with the home warranty folks - so YAY we were going to have a STRANGER in our house for the first time in...well who knows how long?
The Husband crossed his fingers that they would be unable to revive it so that he can upgrade to what his heart desires the most...a gas stove. In fact, I wouldn't have put it past him to try and sabotage the oven...or try to bribe the repairman into saying it is beyond repair.
Yesterday was the day. We were given a window between 8:30 am and 1:00 pm. *sigh*
Needless to say, they missed the window and showed up about 2:00 pm - luckily, I had anticipated this and had nothing on my schedule.
But much to The Husband's chagrin - they will be able to fix it...although it will probably be another week until the requisite part comes in - of course. Which means another visit from a stranger.
Although, I guess you could say he really isn't a stranger since they sent the same guy for the dishwasher and the dryer (I think - it could have been the washing machine...or maybe the dishwasher again. Who knows? Whatever...). At any rate this guy has been in our house at least four times.
The Husband was absolutely gobsmacked that I recognized this guy as the previous repair person because I am absolutely horrible with recognizing people out in the world. Case in point, the neighbor across the street knocked on our door about three months ago...I had absolutely NO idea who she was and why she was handing me food.
This is because she belongs in her yard. Or in her car. Not on my front porch. This phenomenon only happens with people I don't know that well. I would recognize my friend from two doors down at the grocery store (maybe).
I've been known to ignore people that I actually work with (not on a daily basis) in the grocery store because they weren't where they belong.
And that's why I recognized this guy - despite his mask...every time I've encountered him he has been INSIDE my house. I would not have recognized him at all if I ran into him at the gas station.
Just don't ask me what his name is - I know he's told me...I just can't remember it, par for the course.