Teppy - even Mother Theresa had a staff to rely on, so in that sense, no you aren't her. ijs

Steph, I agree with Scrappy-- you call the others. It doesn't have to be you flying there in a panic every time, and it seems your dad isn't going to accept the argument, so maybe he'll accept actual proof of someone showing up before/instead of you.

I know it is more or less standard operating procedure for service professionals such as furnace repair guys to be late. But when we made the appointment for them to come today at 11, they were aware I need to leave for my job at 1. So I am starting to get a little antsy about it. Now, from the sound of it, it should not take terribly long to swap out the parts that need to be replaced. But still, I am very grateful that my supervisor at today's location has some flexibility in both mind and schedule herself, that she is ok with me being late today.

WS, I would call the company to see if they are running on schedule and to remind them when you have to be at work. Sometimes you have to be a pain in the ass to get things done.

Tep, I have to agree with Hec and others on the radical acceptance of who your Dad is and is going to be, no matter how much you--and we--wish otherwise. So, phone tree. He calls you, you call his sibs, they take it from there. And keep you in the loop, of course. But only as a loop-ee, not the whole damn lasso. And now that I've mangled that metaphor to frelling death, I'm sorry he's having problems again, and I wish him all health and recovery vibes possible.

sj, I'm pleased you've found such a great car, and I hope you get your logistics worked out to get it converted as quickly and painlessly as possible. New car! Also? The black--black looks fabulous on you and can always be accessorized differently as the mood strikes. As for your toilet issues? I'm afraid I'd find a chamber pot and present the landlord with the contents, for him to flush down HIS working toilet. What? I never said nice, did I?

ND, take a breath, man. You've more than earned it.

Hil, sister in do-it-anyway-ness. I hope now the caffeine's mostly out of your system your heart stops playing rhumba rythms.

Barb? How's the ankle? Are you being kind to it and yourself?

Emily, I'm so sorry to hear about the mishap. As far as living in Real America goes? DH and I traveled about 350 miles to and from home yesterday, up through VA into WVA. I was surprised to see as few political yard signs and bumper stickers as I did, but not surprised that every one I did see was McCain-Palin. Yes, very very Real America. Uh huh.

Furnace repair guy immediate appearance-ma to you, WindSparrow. My treadmill is here! Well, in the city, anyway, and purportedly on the way to my doorstep. Which is why I'm sitting here looking out the front window, phone at hand. It's only two weeks late, I'd like it not to be any later.

sj, I'm pleased you've found such a great car, and I hope you get your logistics worked out to get it converted as quickly and painlessly as possible. New car! Also?

Thank you!

If it were me, sj, I'd get black. I'm also picky about my colors (like to see them in person).

Aww, flattery will get you everywhere! You convinced me.

As for your toilet issues? I'm afraid I'd find a chamber pot and present the landlord with the contents, for him to flush down HIS working toilet. What? I never said nice, did I?

Ha! Have I mentioned how much I adore you today? The problem is more that we currently have to reach into the icky back tank to make it flush because the rubber band that was apparently holding everything together broke. So it's not totally broke but really gross and inconvenient.

GC, I actually said "oh, that's really cute!" out loud when I saw the pic.

iirc I said, "awww that haircut is so cute!"

Tep, I have to agree with Hec and others

yah, what they said.

In "voting is hard!" news... Is it wrong that I'm voting against a candidate because there's a blatant typo on his web page?

the radical acceptance of who your Dad is and is going to be

Update: the angiogram showed blockage in small veins around his heart, but they're too small for a balloon angioplasty to open them, so the doctor is prescribing something that apparently is good specifically for angina.

Dad says he's going to ask them to keep him another night, "Because I don't have anyone to take me home."

Me: "Dad, what about [friend of his]?"

Dad: "She had to go to the doctor this morning."

Me: "Well, it's 1:30 now, so by the time they release you, surely she'll be done."

Dad: "She said she wouldn't be home until 2:00."

Me: "Dad, it's 1:30 now, so that's pretty soon."

Dad: "Well, she runs around a lot and probably won't be home."

Me: "Dad, have you even called her?"

Dad: "I don't like the way she drives. You're off tomorrow and can get me then."

Me: "Dad, it's ridiculous to stay overnight in the hospital and rack up a huge bill just because you can't get a ride because you don't like your options of driver."

Dad: "Well, I have to lie flat for 4 hours anyway."

Me: "Dad, I get off work in 4 hours and I can get you and take you home then."

Dad: "I don't want to be a burden to you. You can get me tomorrow."

Okay? How do I even deal with that? He won't call the available person because he doesn't like the way she drives -- note that I did NOT say "beggars can't be choosers" -- but he's willing to martyr himself and stay in the hospital one more night because he doesn't want to inconvenience me tonight.

Jesus Christ, it's an inconvenience no matter WHEN I would do it, so what's the fucking point of staying another night, other than the fact you can play the martyr card? AND BY THE WAY THE HOSPITAL IS NOT A HOTEL.

Peace and sanity~ma for Teppy.

Well, the furnace guy has been here and gone. Has to order a part, and come back tomorrow.