Since the big hailstorm last week we’ve been getting door-to-door roofers knocking on the door daily to ask if our roof has been inspected (we checked, everything looks good and we don’t have leaks, and if any do pop up we’ll call the roofing company that installed the roof in 2012). It’s to the point where I don’t bother answering the doorbell anymore.
Except that apparently today’s roofing company rep decided that if he rang the doorbell and knocked and there was no response, he should continue to knock until someone came to the door. I was upstairs hip-deep in a scene when I heard the doorbell and ignored it. Then heard the knock and ignored it. A good minute later I heard another knock and stormed downstairs with the wrath of an author disturbed. I’m afraid I opened the door, glared at him as he said, “Hello, ma’am—” snapped that we weren’t interested and closed the door forcefully. I don’t like being rude but dude, read the lack of response.
What I wanted to do was put up a No Soliciting sign after that, but apparently Plano changed their rules last year and those won’t stop someone from knocking on your door (the solicitor can claim that they’re not soliciting, they just want to tell you all about their church/service/what have you). I need to put up a sign that says NO TRESPASSING (unless you’re a Girl Scout, Boy Scout, or under 16 and selling something for your school). That should work.
Due to a minor financial crunch I’m sticking to a strict budget for the week and staying away from most stores (I’ve done a stock-up at the supermarket and that will last us until Friday).
Well, that was entertaining. We had quite the loud storm roll through around 4 AM. Neither Lyndon nor I could sleep through it so he went into his office to do a little work while I kept the J Crew company and reassured them that they were safe and the sky was just growling.
We were supposed to get thunderstorms this evening, then it was changed to tomorrow. About an hour ago the sky got Very Interesting and I moved the truck behind the garage (car’s already in the garage). Tornado siren’s gone off once, most likely due to the tornado in Lewisville, and I’m keeping an eye on radar for round two which should hit us in a half hour or so.
And before you say, “Hey, Mel, you work for yourself and set your own hours—why do you care if it’s the weekend?” you must remember that I regularly work 60 hour weeks as the owner of my own business and having two days where I can occasionally force my brain into taking a break is a Good Thing.
Yeah, yeah, I know I’m supposed to be apolitical and all that, but today’s news does amuse me greatly, and the Supreme Court telling Alabama to redraw their election map to put back a district that is primarily Black is frankly astounding. I also think that somewhere in the afterlife a very uncomfortable intake interview is being conducted, which is well and truly deserved.
Monday was spent trying to recover from that crappy night of pain and no sleep so I wasn’t able to get all the things done that day.
There’s been some improvement on the leg pain, and I’ve found a really weird position that will stop the knee from throbbing and let me let at least a couple hours of sleep, so I’ve got that going for me. Plus I’m wearing my compression socks, which adds another layer of comfort.
Every so often I’ll get a touch of sciatica—essentially, something in my lower back is getting compressed and it sends shooting pains down my left leg. I also have an issue with the left hip where something is getting compressed and it’s sending pain diagonally across the hip and pulling on something on the inner side of my left knee.
Melanie Fletcher 