Garden of Eden

I have mixed feelings about gardens. On one hand, I love them and all of their glorious colors, textures, sizes, and overall chaos that I can cultivate and enjoy. On the other hand, there are these little squirms in my gut when I think I should know more about horticulture. And I don't like the critters one might find when poking about in the weeds.

Here's the scoop for today...

I got up super early and got Comanche out of bed so we could change our driver's licenses to reflect our new address. I took him on to school and then I had to run home to wait for the garage door opener guys to come fix the remotes.

Since our house is under warranty, I called the insurance place the Monday after we moved in (April 5) to let them know we needed to place a work order on the opener. I explained that the remotes were not working, but everything else was. On Thursday of that same week, (April 8) they called me back to ask what name brand the opener was. I told them it was a Craftsman.

Yesterday, (April 14) I got a call from a garage door place here in town. He said he tried to come out to look at it, but no one was home. Uh, you know, like people work...Anyway, I told him I would be home today. He said he would turn the work order back in to his boss and someone would be out. I asked what time he thought this would all take place. He said, "uh, I guess somewhere between 8 and 12".

I waited until noon with no phone call, no garage opener guy. So I went to run the other errands that come with changing an address. I got home about 2:30 and decided I should call the guy back. I called, he answered. I asked when to expect someone. He said he didn't have my work order, I should call their office. I called their office and the guy there couldn't find the work order. I had to explain everything from the very beginning. I included the information I thought pertinent to his job; things like the remotes don't work for the Craftsman opener.

At 2:55, my phone rang and this guy says he is around the corner and on his way. I tell him I need to pick my son up from school and will be back very soon. (I waited, so can he.)

I get back and he says, "Welllll, it seems your remotes don't work for this particular opener." I look at him with awe because I think he is a genius. He waits, so I nod. I'm hoping this will encourage him to continue with the prognosis.

He waits. I say, "Yeah, I know. What can we do about it." He says, "Ah, guess, you cun git anodder wun at the Sears." Thankfully, my husband pulls in at this time, because I'm thinking Spanky is getting ready to get his feelings hurt.

The guy tells Jeff that either the remotes are bad or the mother board is bad. Jeff gives him the same look this guy must see all day every day. Then the guy says, "I wuldn't rally know, 'cuz we don't work on Craftsmans." We pay him the $60.00 for telling us what we already know. As he is turning around to leave, he turns back and says, "Hey, ya'll got a pet snake?" Jeff tells him we do not. The guy says, "Well then, you might aughter git this un outa yur 'rage." I go into panic mode.

The Garden of Eden had a snake. I think it was more expensive than $60.00, though.