Yes, it is all coming back to me now ........................ refer to my "Contractors" post.
I jumped up and ran to the door wondering who on earth could be coming in. It was Chico and 2 girls. I asked him what he was doing. Get this brilliant remark he said to me:
What are YOU doing here?
I asked him the same thing back. He said, "I not think you be here."
He had gotten the key from its hiding place and just come in. My own stupid fault. I never should have told him where it was. He had come in with the two girls who spoke NO English at all to pick up two pieces of furniture I told him he could have.
Isn't that great? Now, not only Chico knows where the hidden key is -- the two girls know where the key is. Obviously, I have to find a new hiding place for the key now. I hate that, but it is my own fault. That key has been hidden there for as long as I've known Jerry's mother.
Okay, I recovered from the shock, and I directed him as to how to move the $1400 grandfather clock. You have to remove 3 heavy weights from it. Then you are suppose to securily wrap the clock works so they don't shake or shift.
I kid you not. In fact, I took a picture but can't download it tonight. They laid that clock on a flat trailer, on its back, and just left it like that. I will be very surprised if the clock works at all after that. (Yes, I have tried for months to sell it. Nobody wanted to pay over $100 for it. Easier to just have him move it along with the stereo nobody wanted either. And yes, I asked every relative from here to Texas if they wanted it. None did.)
Chico and one helper are to be here at 7 AM in the morning. I think I will go to bed early tonight so I can get up before the chickens do. I told Chico to expect me to be in my pajamas with a cup of coffee in my hand. Bueno!