Friday’s Coming, Right?

It’s not the best way to start the day: calling television stations. But that’s what I was doing by 6 a.m. Most people are nice enough but TV stations are notoriously noncommital if you’re trying to get them to cover something. (Unlike print who will tell you what their intentions are flat out. Something to be said for my former profession.) But TV folks are nice enough. And then you get the one person who probably just answers the phone because it’s ringing.

I’m reminded of an Elvis Costello line: “She said that she was working for the ABC News. It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use.” I think I talked to her this morning. But as long as someone gets to my event today, I don’t care. I’d have talked to Corky the Clown.

Traffic was merciful. Except for the a**hole who almost piled into the back of me, the ride back to the dealership was uneventful. I’m here now. (Dropping off for that recall work.) And lucky me. They’re going to take me to work, but I have to wait until 7:30 for someone to do it. Oh – and their “shuttle” is one-way. Isn’t that sweet? Very little about all this has been convenient for me. But that’s OK. I’ll be back tonight and the people who NEED to hear about – the ones who SOLD me the car – are going to. Oh yeah. Are they ever.

I worked until 11 last night on the cabinets as Lawrence is coming back this morning to resume panel removal. I got 10 of the remaining 12 doors off. Two had stripped screws and I was too tired to fight them. Let Lawrence have a go! I got all the hardware off the other 10 and I got them numbered and all the other work materials Lawrence should need to get going today. That should save him at least an hour or so.

Then, I got small brads around the new beadboard panels on four of the six doors we’d cut on Saturday. I hope to finish the other two and then put adhesive caulk around the perimeters of all six tonight. I guess we’ll just have to see.