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desperanceOne of the obligations, of course, of being Me is that I worry myself into a state over stuff that doesn't matter to anyone else and things that won't actually happen at all, or else won't happen in a bad way...
The phone guy arrived at just exactly the same time as the concrete truck for the workmen, so there was practically a collision of large vehicles and urgencies-of-errand. Which the phone guy won, all down the line: he parked just where the truck had to be, and made the workmen wait.
Also, he was young and cute. Yay phone guy.
So we agreed between us that of course the workmen hadn't damaged the cable (clearly, he gets this all the time), and he fixed it in the two minutes that he'd promised, and that was that.
And now the concrete truck is pouring concrete into the foundation-trenches where my front wall used to be, and the boys are fascinated: sharing a window, even, as they stare, as the thick gloopy concrete gushes down.
The phone guy arrived at just exactly the same time as the concrete truck for the workmen, so there was practically a collision of large vehicles and urgencies-of-errand. Which the phone guy won, all down the line: he parked just where the truck had to be, and made the workmen wait.
Also, he was young and cute. Yay phone guy.
So we agreed between us that of course the workmen hadn't damaged the cable (clearly, he gets this all the time), and he fixed it in the two minutes that he'd promised, and that was that.
And now the concrete truck is pouring concrete into the foundation-trenches where my front wall used to be, and the boys are fascinated: sharing a window, even, as they stare, as the thick gloopy concrete gushes down.