Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Chico, Nacho and Earring Class
If I'm not able to show you pictures of the jewelry I invent today, we'll blame it on Pioneer. When I checked my upload speed, it was 116. 116 what, I don't know, but somehow that doesn't seem like a very big number.
I am watering the wasteland formerly known as Mom's beautiful award-winning lawn while I wait for Alfredo to show up. You remember him, don't you. The carpet/flooring guy who doesn't speak English. Part of the floor in the bathroom has crawled out from under the baseboard and formed itself into a little hill. Alfredo is the only carpet guy within a hundred miles, I think, and he is always too busy to come fix this. However, his wife, Martha, who speaks fair English, says he MIGHT be able to come late this afternoon. So, I am staying here until Alfredo MIGHT show up.
After talking to Martha, I called the realtor, Kay. I told her we were going to put her sign in the garage until we get a new air conditioner and the most recent wall cracks repaired. I asked her if she knew any painters in this area besides the drunk, Kirk, that I used before. She told me she only knew two painters: Chico and Nacho. I thought she was pulling my leg -- but she wasn't. I really am going to have to learn Spanish!