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we've had electricians over at our house the lesser part of three weeks and counting. sometimes they work, sometimes they don't but they're always guaranteed a three day weekend and never more than four hours at a time- which honestly i don't mind because i have the one and fours

we had them draw up a contract in late febraury to update our wiring. for insurance purposes, peace out knob n tube. he and his crew were to start just in time for the great pandemic and he put the job on hold but still deposited the $3500 we gave him. if they work tomorrow, they probably have another week at least left. i don't pretend to know an electricians' work but they haven't even completed one room. i don't know how many open jobs he has; he's sorta like a painter for inspiration he must have multiple projects going on at the same time. it's always the same thing, "won't be in this week. on another job but don't worry, you're still priority number one"

he made the one year old cry the other day during lunch. he was just on his way downstairs when he turned around to interrupt lunch. he thought we'd be interested in how to make a duck call. he was about a foot from wee one's face and made the sound. she cried and then i think he did it again. he spent the next five minutes at the threshold of the stairs down explaining himself in the rapid way he talks. my back was turned to him and my mouth agape (which is how i, being a mouth breather, typically look anyway) but there was substance in that agapeness. flabbergasted

the poor lass quit the bottle after mama's work from home month and has never taken to a cup. her mouth can't understand how to swallow from anything other the source. she took to the bottle, she jumped on the wagon with gusto and how abruptly she fell off. i'm having marginal success with the straw the feeding specialist gave us. combination breast milk superfood smoothie has been a boon but she dribbles greatly and we launder often. it's frustrating in every facet except for the fact that you're forced to spend time with your kid and forget about yourself for a second

after a month's time i got a couple raised beds almost inadequately complete. the electrician leaves his tools n sh!t so when my piece of a drijll (thanks dad i love you! happy father's day!) quit on me cuz she didn't like those hexagonal dumbfks (kept stealing her thunder and had to be recharged) and i could only work by streetlight for so much longer and wife has been jaw'n at me get them btches done so i busted out tim's milwaukee. i've never used a really good drill and i went to wife talking glowingly about this machine, perhaps i go to the pawn shop and buy one. i left a part of me inside that milwaukee; the hexagonal bit and i can't get it out. neither can my friends and mr fix it hasn't gotten back to since he didn't complete the brake job on the festiva a week ago. he's gotten what i consider stuck bits unstuck like it's an assurance i've never been shown how to properly use something so basic

i wonder if he can get it out. i'm getting better at this sh!t and enjoy it, just don't think i'm wired right