Craig started his new job today. The office is in San Francisco, and parking is a pain there so he's taking the train into the city. The problem is, parking at our station is impossible after 6am because the lot is completely full. So I have to get up with him and drive him there. I'm out of practice. I am just *not* a morning person.
I was stuck at home today because our new dishwasher was due to be delivered between 10:30am and 2pm. Well, they showed up at 1:30. Nice guys. But when they got under the sink to take out the old machine, they ran into a problem. The water shut-off valve is broken and won't turn off. We need to get a plumber to come out and fix it, then call the delivery people again to try installing again. Except you know what? We've had a couple other jobs with that sink - we want a new tap, it needs to be resealed because there's a leak - but Craig called four different plumbers who all told him no, the job wasn't big enough for them to take it. Really?!? One of the guys is literally less than a mile away. It would be easy money he could do on a slow day. But no, the job's too small. So fingers crossed we can find someone who'll do this. I don't have high hopes.
Alicia is home in a week. I'm excited about that.
Back in February, Craig asked me if I wanted to do something special for my birthday because I turn 50 in July. Initially I said no. We have an important wedding a week afterward, and I didn't want to distract from her celebration. But then on Monday when I saw that John Singleton had died - at the age of 51 - I freaked a little. Life is short. Plus, I have never had any kind of party that was just about me. Never had a birthday party. No bridal shower. No baby showers. The closest I ever got was our wedding, and that was about both of us. Is it selfish I want this? It feels selfish.