Christmas Comes Early

My usual M.O. is to write a blog the night before I post it, and I did last night, but it was half-assed and too much has happened today to not talk about it. And I won’t be able to post again until Friday, and by then I’ll have Fausaga and Christmas to talk about. So I figure I’m going to wing this one and write it right now.

My first priority when I woke up yesterday morning was to call the Safety and Security Director to see if he would come and put latches on my screen doors because I had none. But instead of coming to fix it, he said he would talk to my principal, which was a bit disappointing. It turns out my principal called the EFKS Treasurer, Reverend Joe, who I’d met before.

So by chance, I stopped by my house between shopping and dinner at Jordan’s, and Reverend Joe drives up. He looks around my apartment and asks, “Where is the lounge furniture I ordered? There should be a couch and some chairs and a coffee table. That refrigerator is too small.” I get the idea that he’s a little too concerned.

So I ask, completely apropos nothing, “How are things at the office?”

And as though I hit the jackpot, he smiles at me and says, “We need you.”

I agreed to come in at 10:00 a.m. today. His Excel issues were incredibly minor (Freeze panes). And then we went to lunch at one of the fancier hotels in town.

And by the time I got back, my apartment had lounge furniture. And then while I was home this afternoon, they brought my big refridgerator.

So now, in the words of Natalie Imbruglia, I’m a happy bunny. Here are pics.

Merry Christmas. And yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

Updated view of my apartment as seen from the front door. Like the 9 yards of fabric?

Updated front room.

New fridge.