Waiting ... Again

I'm telling you, my picture must be on a poster that's been distributed to every kind of home service company all over north Jersey with the caption: WARNING! DO NOT ARRIVE AT THIS WOMAN'S HOUSE ON TIME! OR DON'T SHOW UP AT ALL! Only the cable people (believe it or not) and the heater-a/c people ignore it, but everybody else just toes the line.

It's ten of five. The construction company rep who's coming to give me a price on the closet has ten minutes to go, but I don't believe anyone's coming, and I would really like to get on with my life. The Hubs is teaching tonight and K is at class, and I wanna Wii! And then I wanna take off my bra! Is that too much to ask after a long day at work?

Anyway, Hamlet was quite good. It can be a very difficult play to watch, and all the kids weren't great with the language, but they all got all their lines right and they made an excellent effort. The girl who played Hamlet was not the best actor the high school has every produced, but damn if she didn't nail all the soliloquies, so, points for her. And very well staged; staging is really the forte of the teacher who runs the drama club. Up to their usual high standard, I thought, but next time, if I may paraphrase Shakespeare In Love, a comedy, perhaps? (But not Twelfth Night because they did that last year.)

Oh, the doorbell ...

Well, he came and it was before five and you knew I was OCD, right? Anyway, a pleasant fellow; they'll email me the estimate in a day or two. An easy one-day job, so with any luck, affordable as well.

And now it's after five, and I must take off my heavy shoes and my jeans and put on something exercise-y and the little grippy slippers I got so I don't fall off the Wii board, and get a-movin'.

WATCHING WIFE SWAP :: ENTRY #1914
READING: Twilight by Stephanie Meyer