I have about an hour to write before the storm called Nora passes through again. She is my nearly 4-year old grand daughter and a destructive force. Last night she broke the cool electronic balloon that I got for her and Tally’s food dispensing toy. I was able to fix the latter after she left, but spent about an hour collecting kibbles off the living room floor. She does not know what “NO” means and doesn’t listen anyways (I call her IgNORA.) This morning our house was filled with contractors, four at one time! They were in and out quickly while Tally was at the dog park. My wife just left for her Aqua-fit class but will be back to fix us all lunch, once Nora finally arrives. 

I’m supposed to be enjoying bonding time with my little prodigy, but I’m not a patient baby sitter, while she’s a hand full. By the time of Saturday’s Easter Egg hunt, I will have spent four straight days with her after years of seeing her only once or twice a year. I’m also not feeling particularly great. In fact between the upset stomach and contractors, I only managed a miserable mile this morning (consecutive day #4,855) and did not swim. I did however, finally get in the shower that evaded me yesterday. Once again, it was baby sitting and contractors that moved me away from my normal routine. I was so out of sorts yesterday morning that I completely forgot about my chiropractor appointment and Borrego Boyz luncheon. They knocked on my door, wondering where I was?

I spent about an hour on the phone yesterday trying to resolve an issue with a water filter on our refrigerator, speaking of hassles. Apparently, I ordered the wrong part and it took five different Whirlpool employees in five different cities to finally order me the proper model number and credit my account for the return. They don’t even want it back and suggested that I donate it to charity. I then spent another half-hour online arranging for our flights to Kauai in December. I had finally found a reasonable fare just as our doorbell rang and it is was time to go to lunch, when my wife had just put lunch in front of me. I threw on some clean clothes and jumped in the awaiting car, still confused on why they were an hour early? Just another sign of getting old!