Day of Minor Miracles

Yesterday was a day of minor miracles in the Blackbird household. First, plumbers came and removed our old bathtub. We've been half-assed renovating our upstairs bathroom for a couple of years now. Okay, maybe 3 years. We stalled out at the tub and floor for over a year. This Spring we got a decent tax return and decided to use it for a new tub, which was promptly purchased. Then began a months-long search for a plumber. DH had credits for a service which does errands and they called about 30 people, none of whom returned calls. I called another couple dozen myself. We had 3 people come out to do quotes, one which was really expensive, one didn't know what they were doing and one very competent worker who never got back to us with the quote and later ignored our attempts to contact him. Wow, is this blog getting boring. Okay- to the point- bathroom in progress!



Second minor miracle- I found my mp3 player. It's been missing since oh, February. I have searched and searched for it, knowing it was in the house somewhere. I gave up on it as lost and used credit card points to order a gift card for an electronics store to replace it. Thankfully I haven't yet spent the card, because I found the player yesterday. I was cleaning a shelf adjacent to the bathroom wall where stuff was getting knocked off and found it. I had searched that shelf before, but it's very small and must have gotten stuck behind or under something else.

Last minor miracle- the return of my vintage sewing machine. I took it in for servicing in early June and they told me it would be done in a week. I went in on the pickup day and they said "well, I don't know what's going on because the technician hasn't done any work on it. I'll get him to call you". No one called. This repeated itself every week for another month until I got fed up and went in and asked to either get an update or I was taking it home. Can I mention that I suck at confrontation? I had thought out what I wanted to say and the salesperson was really nice, but something about demanding to know what was going on or I was taking my machine home made me start to fight back tears, which was probably somewhat alarming for the salesperson. The salesguy did call back and told me that they needed parts, which was what the delay was about. When I asked why they couldn't have told me that sooner I got a big fat "I don't know". Okay, long boring post intervention needed again- I took the machine to a different store and they were done it in a few days and I have it back!