I am waiting.
I contacted someone to replace some pieces of siding that were damaged by an overly zealous weed whacker. As the contractor took measurements and other relevant information about manufacturer and color, I asked him about the crack in the front stoop. He said he would refer someone who could do that job.
He remembered to do that and so today I await someone to come and do some cement work.
Having people come to do these types of service jobs makes me miss my next door neighbor, Eugene. He would always make a point of coming over to check out the qualifications and character of anyone who came to to do some work for me--like a protective uncle making sure I was going to be safe.
He passed away just a couple of weeks ago.
One of Mike's friends had said he would never go to Florida. He said, "Everyone who goes there, dies."