Quiet So Far, With Turmoil to Follow

Or maybe not. I know it's been a not-unpleasant day at school so far. (It's about 1.30 now as I'm writing.) They sent in a sub for the SCM today, a former student, cute as a button; boys were flirting with her this morning. She did a few nasty jobs for me that no one else would have had the time to do -- cut up about 2000 printed sheets into halves, for one -- and watched over kids during lunch and otherwise got her resumes and whatever else typed, which was fine with me. She hasn't left the library for a minute that I saw, which means no bathroom breaks and didn't even leave for lunch. She likes it here.

K is subbing today for a gym teacher -- good laughs were had by all -- but they're in Health now, so she's in a classroom all day with an air conditioner. It's supposed to hit 92 today, but so far it's 88. The new library, it turns out, actually is air conditioned. It's even a little chilly in here, but very pleasant, really. We'll see how things progress over the next four weeks.

Which reminds me: take this week's calender off my desk and move them all down a week, so that all four remaining weeks are showing. Sweet. That's 18 days to go.

The turmoil I anticipate is not so much turmoil as it is activity with a glitch. R's movers were scheduled to arrive between 2 and 3. She called me at 1 to say that they had just arrived. Now, normally, this is a good thing, and it also means that the kid does not have my mazel (which means luck) with service people. Uh ... wait ...

So she just called again, and we do have a problem, Houston. These wonderful movers are already unloading at the new apartment. But I have her TV, which they need to bring upstairs, in my car. Which is here. A 25 minute drive away, and I can't leave for nearly an hour yet. Hmmm.

So I told her to have them put her current TV in her car, and in an hour or so, she and I will move the 27" TV up to her new apartment. That would be up the three flights of stairs. Because the movers, those efficient little devils, will be all done and gone by then, I think. If it took them a half hour to load their truck, it ain't gonna take them an hour and a half to unload it, even up three flights.

Okay. I'll let you know what happens. In fact, it'll be right here, in this post, since I'm not putting it up until I get home tonight. Chapter Two to follow.

Chapter Two. Three. Et Cetera.

I am the oldest person who has ever lived. Oh wait, my body just feels like that.

The whole story is a comedy of errors. Here's the summary:

Got the TV upstairs. TV is too big for its shelf and the apartment and blocks all access to the outlets. Stashed the TV on the floor under the kitchen table and headed out to Best Buy.

Bought the kid a TV, a flat-screen. RESOLUTION: Never buy a TV with a traditional picture tube again, only buy flat screens. She carried up the three flights under one arm.

Carried up several loads of other light things from her car. Thought I was gonna die.

Backed up my car to hers and moved her 32" TV into my car. The movers had put it in her backseat for some reason and let me tell you, it was a bitch to get out.

Came home. K and I used a handtruck and lots of insanity to bring the 32" TV into the house so that when the Hubs got home he didn't do the macho thing and try to carry it in, thereby dropping dead on the front lawn.

TV does not work. Well, it works, but we couldn't get it set up. Went back to R's for the remote and instructions, which I had forgotten to take the first time.

Stopped for a Happy Meal on the way home. Finally, something about this whole fiasco makes me happy.

So, K is trying to figure out how to get the TV to work. It's an input or a connection problem of some kind; the TV worked at R's old place this morning. Nothing wrong with the TV. We just don't know what we're doing. I, on the other hand, know why I don't eat McDonald's burgers more often, because now I feel bloated and gross. Ooh, that would have been a good title for the entry.

It may be time for me to take the remote and the instructions, or just pass out, I haven't decided yet which.

watching no TV yet :: entry #1474