The Waiting is Killing Me

It’s been a week since I ordered those tools, and it’s painful waiting. I’m used to ordering things and having them show up in five days or less, not three weeks. I guess it’s the downside to our “gotta have it now” society. When we’re forced to wait, we don’t know how.

In any case, it doesn’t really matter that much because there are two other things that have to happen prior to my being able to use those tools in my garage. The first is that I have to get the electrician out to my house and get that work done, and the second is that there is some old furniture that needs to make it’s way out of the garage and into some other storage area, like the relatives, or the dump.

The incomplete electrical work is my fault, through and through, for having told the electrician that I had a window of a few weeks to get the job done. I should have said I wanted it done asap. Lesson learned, I guess.

The furniture belongs to my wife, and she keeps telling me she’s going to send pictures to the relatives to see if any of them want it. She’s taken the pictures, and she promised me she’d send them off tonight. I don’t know if she’s done it yet. I’ve warned her that I will take them to the dump if they’re not gone before the tools show up, but I can’t really see myself following through with that. Hope she doesn’t read this until after that point in time has passed.