I was still awake working when I woke R at 9am. At noon he made it outside to work. I do have to admit he made breakfast (our own version of quick Eggs Benedict, to boot), but THREE hours? Welcome to my nightmare. Oh wait... you're already part of my nightmare. Nebbermind. And I'm so sorry.
I fell into an egg-induced coma shortly after noon. I awoke about 3:30pm (I don't sleep like a normal person, in case you haven't figured that out). Afraid to look out the master bedroom window overlooking the "greenhouse area," I intercommed R on the phone.
"Howz it goin'?"
"Well, if you look out the window, you'll see I have part of the frame up."
"You mean the pavers are done?"
I worked, avoiding the whole window thing. A little after 5pm I hear R's cellphone ringing in the kitchen. Then again. Then our house phone rang. Someone was sure desperate to get hold of my hubby... and the rest of this diatribe demands a bit of a back story.
It was a call from Richard's supervisor at the university where he works. Now, let it be known that, as much as I can complain about my husband in just about every other aspect of life, my husband is a computer supergenius. An ubergenius, even (think "savant"). And having been a professional geek for a decade before becoming a jewelry artist (longer than he has been), and the fact that I love to pick on my husband (duh), this is a HUGE compliment coming from me; however, one I cannot in good conscience deny him. If it's impossibly complicated technically-intense software he's never seen before, he simply WILL make it work. The RIGHT way. Better than the support peeps from the software company will. EVERY TIME. However, he was hired by the university as a lowly programmer/analyst. He took the job and a HUGE cut in pay in exchange for a 7 minute commute to work and a much less stressful lifestyle. This lasted for 15 minutes, until the university realized they had hit gold. Now he administrates just about every major system the university runs, but STILL gets paid his original pathetic programmer/analyst salary. This has been an ongoing point of contention between us and the university, with them continually promising a big raise and promotion are moments away. My husband is pretty forgiving, and though he does nudge them on occasion, he's not pushy about it. I, on the other hand, want him to quit his job and find one that will pay him what he's worth (a girl needs the occasional Dior accessory, no?). I am also not shy about letting the university know they can kiss my ass every opportunity I get, which are few. My husband also has an incredibly annoying habit of jumping to the university's every beck and call. It's what he loves. Still incredibly annoying.
Now that you have the back story (I'm paraphrasing here, I didn't take notes):
"Is Richard there?"
"He's out working on the greenhouse."
"I need to know if he was in the system and changed anything. Somebody did, and things are not as they should be and it's causing major problems."
Now, as annoying as it is that his supervisor would call him on a vacation day (and this happens EVERY vacation, though I also realize that's because R holds ALL the marbles), I also know she wouldn't call if it weren't a major issue. Heheheheheh. BONUS!
"I don't think he's logged in today, he's been outside working all day."
"Oh, well, would you please have him call me, I just really need to ask him a quick question."
Really? Would you PLEASE KISS MY ASS?? Like I'm going to have him stop working to call you. So NOT.
"Sure, I'll tell him you called. THE NEXT TIME HE COMES INSIDE."
"Oh. :::pause::: OK."
Damn right, OK. And you may BITE ME. Do you understand I am being denied DIOR????
Around 6pm R came inside. I mentioned the call. HE WENT BACK OUTSIDE TO WORK WITHOUT CALLING HIS SUPERVISOR.
That, my friends, is Miracle #2.
Content I had done my bad deed for the day, I fell asleep again. I awoke at 8pm to find a freshly showered hubby and a bevy of puppies surrounding me in bed.
"And?" I asked, with no small amount of trepidation.
"Well, you can't see it because it's dark now, but everything is done except for the door and the bracket that lifts the vent."
Brain cells immediately fire, losing all remnants of sleep. I made him say it again. He said it the same way.
So everything is hunky dory, right? Ummmmm... no.
Eventually he did call his supervisor, and the extent of the call was to tell her he didn't change anything. Life goes on, he works, I work and nap and work, and at 2:45am he comes up and tells me he's going to bed.
At 3am Weatherbug decides to throw a wrench in the whole business.
NON PRECIPITATION ADVISORY: HIGH WIND ALERT FOR CHESTER COUNTY
Back on the intercom.
"We have issues."
"High wind advisory and there's no door and nowhere for the wind to go."
"I'm sure it will be fine."
This from the man who has pulled our umbrella AND glass/iron table out of the pond more than once.
"You don't KNOW it will be fine."
This is an argument we have often. If it means work for R, it will be "fine," no matter what the situation.
After clearly explaining the basic laws of physics to my husband, and painting the scenario of our brand new greenhouse ending up an acre away in our new neighbor's yard (I finally irritated the old ones enuf to move), I apparently made enough of an impact to convince him to at least put the piece of fence he removed back in front of the door before he leaves to go back to the blood-sucking university. I'll be waking him up in 12 minutes to do just that.
I also just looked at the greenhouse for the first time. I wonder if he'll notice the first time he sees it from above how much of an angle it sits in aspect to the fence it is supposed to butt up against at 90 degrees. Assuming he is not aware of this already. There had to be something, right? Well, of course there did. I am forever doomed to look down at a crooked greenhouse, apparently.
And as Day Six gets underway, we have high winds, a possible complaint from the boss (one *so* hopes), a door, a bracket, and one hell of an explanation about our lack of actually measuring anything to look forward to. I just know you live to see how this ends.
As so do I.