As The Handyman Turns....

There used to be a long-running soap opera years ago which I believe started on radio, then switched to television. Its title was "As The World Turns."

When my mind finally turns to applesauce out here in the hills, I will write an epistle entitled "As The Handyman Turns," telling the world at large about the exploits of trying to find a handyman out here in the country. Without a doubt, no one will believe the saga, and it will be classified as 'science fiction.'

As I type, we're waiting for the newest handyman, who was due here at ten o'clock this morning. My husband has already received a text message which said "Looks like I'll be out there more like 11:00 or 11:30."

My husband found this handyman yesterday, who seemed to be happy to be able to earn some extra money on his days off.  He asked for directions, asked if he'd be painting on the east side of the house or the west side, and also asked if we could pay in cash.

And here we are...... we didn't make plans for the day because 'The handyman will be here by ten o'clock."  My husband has already started on some of the work outside, in preparation for the handyman who would have/should have arrived by 10:00.

Now we're taking bets...... is he really going to show up between 11:00 and 11:30, or will we get another text message saying "Looks like I'll be out there more like 2:00."

To add insult to injury, we also have another handyman scheduled for tomorrow morning.... he was supposed to call me yesterday to confirm tomorrow's work, and to let me know what time he will be here. I haven't heard from that man yet.

If all of this wasn't so blessedly pitiful, I'd be laughing.  My husband can tell you that I am far from laughing.