Grillin’

My Bright House Internet service has been down at my house since Wednesday. So I call Brighthouse on Friday morning, and scheduled a tech for between 11 and 2 on Saturday. I normally spend my Saturdays with Danielle. So I asked her if she and her children would come to my house for lunch so I could wait for Brighthouse. We arrived there around 11:30. At around 1:30, I got a call from Bright House. They said the tech was running late and might not make it till 2:30. I said that was fine. We had just started the movie Over the Hedge. So there we are watching the movie. At about 2:30 or so, I get a call from the Brighthouse tech. He is wondering where I am as he says he is knocking on my door. There was no one at my door, so I ask him what address he is at… he is at Danielle’s (where I have placed Bright House Internet also as I spend a lot of time there). They screwed up the ticket and put the wrong address. He says that they’ll get someone out there (she is on the opposite side of town). I call around 3:00 as I never heard back from the guy to see if there is any update. I accidentally dropped the phone while talking to the lady, and waited 30 minutes for her to call back (she had my number). She didn’t. So I call again… chew the guy out for having to wait this long, and he tells me the original ticket was closed. So I get even more ticked off, and he says the only thing he can do is send someone out the same day between that time and 8:00 pm. I say I am leaving at 6:00 and he better get there before then. I waited till 6:00… no one ever showed up. Not even a phone call. It is now Sunday night.

However, a few other interesting things that day… I grilled for the second time. I am getting better at it, however, I still have to practically burn the burgers to get them to cook all the way through. My spraying in the shop area only seemed to stop everything but the wasps. They made a new home, but larger. Added a few extra bedrooms and stuff. So me and Danielle were looking through the shop for some wood for a project she’d like to do, and Noah comes into the shop. He immediately starts climbing on things. He climbs onto the weight bench and starts “working out”. Only one problem… it was currently occupied by the wasps. They were not happy. So they stung him. Right below his right eye. He screams bloody murder while stuck behind the equipment. Danielle is afraid of wasps, so I walk in, grab Noah and pull him out without getting stung by the swarm of 12 or so wasps. We take him inside, ice it down as he is still screaming, and I go out to my truck. My old boss had given me some sting relief things that work really well, and I knew I had one left somewhere. I find it, and come inside, and ask Noah if he wants to use it. He says no, but I say yes and that he needs to trust me, so I ask Danielle to hold him down. I put it on him, and he starts to feel better and he calms down. I also noticed that the stuff I put on him is 20% benzocaine and 1% methonal. The Orajel-type stuff I just bought the other day is also 20% benzocaine, so now we have a supply of anesthetic. By the time we leave, he’s practically forgotten he even got bit. I later went out and killed the wasps, and showed Noah one of them to prove to him that they were dead.

I’ve also discovered that the fake Christmas tree (all boxed up) that my mother left for me to have is possibly inhabited by a dead rotting animal. Joy. The cleaning out of the shop has moved up on my priority list. I am now going to start giving away furniture and toys that my parents no longer want, or start burning it.