Yesterday had been a GOOD day . . . I would even go so far as to say it was a VERY GOOD day. It started off with me taking my car in to Toyota to have it evaluated regarding the lousy paint job that had been done on it eight years ago when it first came out of the factory. I bought it a year later in 2013 and ever since the paint all over the car has been chipping and peeling. When I drive down the highway I leave a snow storm of white paint in my wake. I have complained to Toyota for seven years all to no avail. They would not take responsibility for this problem but I have learned as the years have gone by that I am not the only person with this problem. I guess someone finally got through to Toyota that the Rav 4 white paint from the year 2012 SUCKS !! I've googled it only to find hundreds if not thousands of other Rav owners complaining of the same thing. Two years ago I had the roof on my car painted at my expense because the paint up there was coming off in sheets. Then over this past weekend I got a letter from Toyota saying it had come to their attention there was a problem. DUH !!! Bottom line, Toyota is now going to repaint my car AND reimburse me for the $800 dollars I spent to have the roof painted two years ago !! It was a very good day yesterday !
Last night though was terrible so when I finally got out of bed at ten after being up most of the night and finally falling into a semi decent sleep at six this morning I staggered out to the kitchen to find The Man sitting at the kitchen counter reading the paper. I am not functioning at 100%, probably not even 25 % but I did make an effort to be civil. As I walked past him to go into the kitchen I looked out on to the lanai and noticed that the screen door out of the lanai was partially open. I remember looking to see if The Man was indeed reading the paper, which he was, and thought to myself, "Hum, he left the door open when he went out to the sidewalk to get his paper. I will close that later". So much for that thought process.
We ate our breakfast out on the lanai until it got a little too warm and as I went inside I noted that I still had not shut the screen door. I'll get that after I clean up the kitchen. About ten minutes later I was standing at the kitchen counter listening to a very detailed video on the man's tablet demonstrating EXACTLY how to make enchiladas. (Last night as I was falling asleep, (and you wonder why I don't sleep well), The Man said, in the dark, "Do we still have that left over Halibut ?" It was 12:30 AM and The Man is thinking about dinner eighteen hours away !!! I mumbled something which to any sane person would have realized that in spite of what ever words were coming out of my mouth the message clearly was, "shut the hell up and let me go to sleep!). The Man did not get this message and so he continued on with his discussion of what we could do with the left over halibut. I knew EXACTLY what I wanted him to do with the fish but chose instead to just roll over and pretend he did not exist. He finally got the message and shut up and went to sleep.
Now it is morning and I am standing at the sink, pretty much zoning out on the whole enchilada thing when from the corner of my eye I see some movement out on the lanai. When I looked I didn't see anything so I assumed it must have been one of the many lizards scampering across the patio. A few seconds later I saw something again and wondered if maybe there was a part of yesterdays paper blowing around. And then I saw IT !!! There was a squirrel running around INSIDE the screened in patio. It was obviously as upset about being boxed in as I was about listening to enchilada recipes but in the case of the squirrel he was literally "climbing the walls" where as I was just having internal melt downs.
I opened the kitchen sliding door and stepped out to see just what Mr. Squirrel was doing.(I would have stepped into a pit of starving alligators at that point just to get away from The Man and his obsession with Mexican food.) The squirrel heard the door slide open and immediately headed up the screen to the top of the lanai. As it hung upside down above my head I knew this was going to be a LOT harder than I thought. (The Man was still sitting at the kitchen counter doing a Google search for recipes.). I went over to the partially open patio screen door and pushed it fully open and then put a flower pot to hold it open with hopes that the creature would find it's way out. I then retreated back into the relative safety of my kitchen.
Still The Man was not aware that we had a minor crisis on our hands. I stood at the kitchen door watching this dumb ass squirrel for five minutes. It would come down the screen, work its way around the permitter of the lanai until it got to the open screen door which unfortunately opened inward so that when the creature got just so far it was blocked by the open door. Several times it went up the back of the screen door to almost the top, where if it had only gone a little further and then down the other side it could have been free. Each time it stopped just short of the top and turned around. It was about at this point that The Man realized something was going on. DUH ! When he asked what I was doing he then "jumped" up and headed for the front door to do battle with the creature, (Typical Man move ! My knight in shining armor!). I yelled for him to keep the door shut because it was at just that moment the Squirrel was moving around that side of the lanai. If The Man opened the front door I am sure the poor animal would have run right in. It took a few moments for The Man to process my screams but he did manage to keep the door shut.
After a few more moments of this drama I finally decided that, like The Man, this squirrel was too dumb to get out of its own way. I grabbed the kitchen broom and herded the stupid little thing, (the squirrel, not The Man0, around the lanai and FINALLY out the door.
But the best part of all this is that when it was all done The Man said, in complete bewilderment, "How did the squirrel get in?" I told him the door to the lanai was left open and he said, "IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE PAPER BOY". Now if you have been reading this blog since we returned to Florida you KNOW we are lucky to find our daily paper anywhere within a three mile radius of our condo. The paper has NEVER been ON our lanai. AND, if you remember correctly, The Man was sitting reading the paper when I got up so you know he had to walk out to pick it up. I guess he was correct in that HE was "the paper boy" but he honestly believed that "SOMEONE" came on to the lanai and left the door open.
And you wonder why I drink ??
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