I want one for Chip, but I’ll have to fight for it. Chuck isn’t well and is older, and he’s been gone most of the last two weeks. I think his F-i-L passed away, and he had to go to SLC to help with arrangements as well as be there for his wife. He really loved her dad, so I’m not surprised that he has stayed. Linda keeps asking about him, but I promised him I wouldn’t divulge his whereabouts or the reasons for it.
Anyway, it won’t be any easier getting new blinds than it has been getting a new back storm door (or getting the front one replaced) or the light over the kitchen sink replaced, or all that stuff that should have been done before I moved in. He just can’t do that stuff any more. And now, he has to take the coverings off the swamp coolers. So if I’m going to get anything done, I’ll have to see to it myself.
The doors are not that hard — just go to the Re-Store and get them, then have someone from the Ward hang them. The blinds? I don’t know if the Re-Store has anything like that. So Chip and I are being held hostage. I’m sure Chuck doesn’t see it that way, but that’s what it feels like.
The contractor needs to get someone who can do stuff.