This week, we faced the reality of home ownership: a leaky AC in the basement crawlspace, subsequent MOLD on everything, far too many roach spottings, and faulty phone jacks. I know how to paint a room, hang a painting, and weed a garden. I even know how to scrub off mold (vinegar/water/baking soda solution) and step on a few cucarachas...but I can't make digital waves hang out in space and exterminate colonies of insects.
So, I'm getting guys. So far, we have the network guy from our cell/internet service who fiddled with the faulty phone jacks until the wireless was running for both computes. Then, the AC guy who was sent by our warranty dudes and was kind enough to finagle the work order so that it would be "covered" under our warranty (nice), and yesterday...Alex, our bug guy from the Dominican Republic came to remedy the roach issue.
They all pull up in their respective van/truck, sweaty from the last unsuspecting homeowner whom they rescued from the woes of vents, jacks, and pests. They all love the house. They all make conversation with the unsuspecting rascals who stare with the awe of spotting a "stranger in the house".
Alex: You live on a plantation!!
They comment on how "they don't make 'em like they used to" as they familiarize themselves with the ins and outs of our 56-year-old Cicada Cottage.
Don't get me wrong--my Dr. Gooch is as Mr-fix-it as they come and will forever and eternally be "my man" and my stud-finder will always beep for him, but, a girl's gotta have her "guys" to be a happy homemaker. They all get a bottled beverage for the road--a Tangerine Izzy or a Pellegrino Limonata--and leave wondering how in their world of mountain dew and diet coke did they miss such bliss!!
Alex will be back in three months to check on our creepy crawlies. Maybe then a Virgil's Root Beer or (if I'm feeling spicy) a Reed's Ginger Brew.