Fixy Not Really, who I am renaming Captain Noncommittal, has been promising to return our deposit for, oh, at least 4 days now. His avoidance tactics really are a form of art. Our conversation usually go as follows.

Me, “What time will you be here?”
Capt. Noncommittal, “Maybe tomorrow, if I can.”
Me, “Since I have a schedule too,” or at least I believe I do, “I need to know an actual time please.”
The Cap, “If I give you a time and I don’t show up, you’ll get upset.”
Me, “True.” Really, what response is he expecting? “So what time will you be here?”
The Cap, “2:00.”
Me, “Then we’ll see you at 2:00 and you won’t stand us up like yesterday?”
The Cap, “Well, if I don’t get busy then I’ll be there around 3:00.”
Me, “But you just said 2:00.”
The Cap, “Yeah, around 4:00.”
I take a long swig and Cappy fails to show up at all the next day. Rinse and repeat.

You’re thinking, “Con man!”. No folks, he’s just not that bright. He’s a nice guy. He’s an unfortunate guy, and although I am jaded in many respects, I still have sucker tattooed on my forehead.

There were plenty of positives today. A great plumber who has reasonable rate (it’s like spotting a unicorn) kindly disconnected one of our hot water heaters and prevented it from overflowing down two floors. Super!

A boatload of special acoustic gyp that I don’t completely understand but leave up to the expertise of the hubby was delivered by a Heman trucker who helped us load it into the garage. This wasn’t on my calendar today, but it had to be done and the delivery guy made it a pleasant enough experience.

I also met an appliance repair guy who may be able to fix the washer tomorrow, though the verdict is still out. I’m a heartbeat from the laundromat so if anyone to extort money from me now, here’s the opportunity.

The 4,000 pounds of flooring that arrived via disgruntled trucker was damaged (the floor, I don’t about the trucker) and we had to refuse it. And the t-moldings were broken smack in half by UPS (nice job guys).

And then there’s this:

A gust of wind took off a screen the size of my front door that belongs on the front window. This is on the list of things to replace, but I wasn’t planning on doing it quite yet. Thanks weather. If you can get the next one to fly off and hit my car, that would be great.

Tomorrow we have the second coming of the exterminator, the never-ending wiring project I could have sworn I paid someone else to do, the carpenter for the second floor, and I’m sure more excuses from The Captain.

I’m going to scrub out that jetted tub and hide in it. I haven’t decided whether I’ll fill it with water or whiskey.