news, news, and more news

First of all, we are being SUPER blessed with all the tree work. Actually, it's a little scary because I've managed to forget everything I know about time-management (which I admit, is not a lot, but still), I'm booking jobs in July, which means I've dealt with some very angry customers. Which I have taken personally. And managed to eat an entire chocolate bar to calm down afterwards. I've since stopped that. HOWEVER, on wednesday, rockstar hubby was rockin' a honkin tree job (two days to complete!) and everyone was working in the backyard. At 5pm I got a phone call. Someone, we figure a rubber-necker, drove by rsh's car and trailer, was too busy watching what they were doing in the backyard and took a swipe at his car. The car door and panel have been smashed in, as well as a dragging swipe up the front. And then the culprit took off. And no one saw anything. In a 40km zone. In a quiet neighbourhood. BUGGER! I was hoping at least the insurance company would say the car was undrivable and would lend me a convertible and rsh would borrow my car, but the arrogant, tattoo-covered, late-getting-to-work, 20 year old said the car was fine and it would be 1700$ to fix. !!!!! Yes, we have a 500$ deductible, but if you're going to be a dink AND not give me a car, then we shall check our other options. And all they were going to do is pound out the dent. Doesn't that mean the door is weaker?
Other news, rsh's grandma, is finally going into a nursing home. I want to point out that she is 93, is losing her mind, and lives alone. She has taken to getting dressed and waiting for her bus, outside, at 3am. And calling people in her church directory at 4am, asking when they were going to pick her up for church. So, she is going to a great home. And it is really stressing out rsh's mom, (best m.i.l ever!) but it's for the best. They will be cleaning out her apartment. Which made me uncomfortable, but m.i.l was matter-of-fact about it. And I was offered...the piano.

I am 35 years old.
I have always wanted to learn to play the piano.
Always.
But we never had money for frivolties like that.
I'm getting a piano.
It's not a baby grand or anything, it's a wall piano, but it'll be mine.

I am very excited.
And of course the gaffer will be taking lessons. And ballet in the fall. And yoga classes. All to prepare him for football.