But wait there’s more!
The guy who invented that slogan just died – he was the king of infomercials and came up with a lot of the ubiquitous direct ads you see on television all the time. My favorite was – “but wait there’s more…” And that is how life is for me. This morning I got up, reluctantly, because Sunday was about learning to linger in bed – in my bed – and relax. I had forced myself then found myself relishing my bed on Sunday morning with the Bean in it and the fat Sunday paper to read and the heater on full blast – so this morning I did not want to get up.
Then the day began – my neighbor came by and said there was a miscommunication as they didn’t really want the fence along their property line but instead on my side and they’d figure out their life on their side later. Fair enough.
Then the plumber came by to inspect the toilet that keeps clogging and said well these are those new fangle toilets, which unfortunately I put one in like it myself, and so it’s back to old school where you flush and release for peeing and flush and hold for stool. You got that? Yes, I said I got that.
Some phone calls – clients, sources, colleagues – the usual workaday stuff with the usual uncertainty and good and bad – and then but wait there’s more. The concrete guys dent the water pipe which now has to be replaced, capped, etc because it is going to be under concrete and so the plumber caught it on the way out and you know the drill by now here at the LaLa – it’s the LaLa three-step – that would be one step forward, two back on any given day of the week.
Then Arlene’s lucky tag fell off her collar and she is set to go in tomorrow to have her teeth cleaned – a procedure that requires her going under anesthesia so now paranoia and superstition plague me because her lucky tag fell off but wait there’s more – while the concrete guys were digging they uncovered deep within the bowels of the LaLa dirt an old horseshoe and so it’s a lucky horseshoe – luckier than a lucky tag.