My life is now like a soap opera.

Except instead of having two lovers, I have two furnace guys.

I came home yesterday afternoon to find the first furnace guy's card wedged in behind my doorbell - nothing written on it, so I guessed it was just an "I stopped by and you weren't home" message.

So I figured, I can ignore it, get the other guy out to fix it this afternoon, then call guy #1 and tell him I'm sorry, but just send me a bill for your first visit.

Well.

Last night, while I was out at a church meeting, furnace guy #1 called (he seems to have a knack for calling exactly when I've informed him I wouldn't be home...) and said "call me, I'll come tomorrow and try something else to fix your furnace."

Uh-huh.

I didn't deal with it last night, partly because I didn't feel like it (I think I'm entitled to not FEEL like dealing with interpersonal conflict one evening when I've been waiting a week for heat) and partly because another friend called with news of a mutual friend's husband's death and that kind of wiped it out of my mind.

But this morning, I have to do the right thing, and call the first furnace guy and tell him that I got concerned re: no communication from anyone, called another service, and I have an appointment with them this afternoon. I'm going to ask him to send me a bill for his first visit and say that I'm sorry. (But the whole thing DOES still look hinky to me - an electrician who never calls and says I never called him when I did? A furnace guy who earlier said he couldn't fix my furnace without electrical work being done now saying he can?)

So anyway. I'm living some kind of cut-rate soap-opera right now. Darn it, where's my fabulous wardrobe by Bob Mackie?

In other news, I can't work on the vest right now. I pick it up and I'm filled with memories of sitting, waiting, for the electrician and I just can't deal with it. So I'm going to have to put it aside to let it detoxify for me for a few days. Does that happen to anyone else? You work on a project during a stressful time and then you find later you can't stand the sight of it?

So I picked up the long-stalled Canal du Midi socks and worked on them for a while, and then worked on the prayer blanket/afghan/thing for a while. (I'll admit, not just praying for my dad; I was mainly thinking of my newly-widowed friend. I probably should consider making her a prayer shawl, when I finish this - and it's getting close).