Well...

The landlord is convinced that the gas smell was just a pilot light that had gone out. He called Consumers had them turn the gas back on. We haven't noticed the smell, so maybe he is right. I keep checking, just to make sure.

While the landlord was here, he checked the thermostat and is convinced that they A/C isn't working because we just hadn't flipped the switch. We tried over and over to explain that we had turned it on and it still didn't work. He said "Well, it worked when you moved in" and started talking about something else. I really don't want to have to fight with this guy so soon after renting from him... Here we sit, on Friday and still, he hasn't had anyone come out. He called this morning and asked me to make sure it is on "Cool" and that the temp is set to 60. Again. For the 900th time. So I did, and called him back to tell him that it isn't working.

The problem is that the furnace and A/C unit are old. Older than me old. He can't get anyone to service it because it is sol old, and he doesn't want to pay the $4,000 he was told last year a new one would cost. While I can appreciate him not wanting to spend $4k to replace it, I can not appreciate the idea of another 94° day without A/C. He is lucky that I am cheap and only turn the A/C on when it is too hot to breathe hot, and not just warm like some people.

In other news, I am an idiot. Our garden beds are smaller than the standard Square Foot beds, because we used boxes that were already on the property. I knew this, but somehow managed to forget it while we were planning the garden. I ended up buying 3 times more stuff than I have room for. Not only that, but everything we bought takes up a huge amount of room, so each 2x2 square only has 1 plant in it. Sheesh. We ended up having to build a 1X8 trench bed that I will be filling probably tomorrow with all of the vine crops that will be trellised. And then I have to figure out how to build the trellis without spending a small fortune.

I am never again having a yard sale. Two weekends in a row we tried, and two weekends in a row we are sadly disappointed. One of the women that brought stuff made $95 ($75 for speakers and $20 for dining room chairs) and the woman that sent a bunch of books made $5.50. Me? I made 50¢. 50 stinkin' cents. I give up. Marty is convinced that it is because we have done so much decluttering that there just isn't a lot left. I think I agree with him.

Alex and Ethan did their part to bring in the customers.


They ended up with 130 waves, 13 horns from big trucks, 15 car horns, 6 peace signs and "200 dirty looks" as Ethan said.
But eventually, it got hot and they got tired.



We called it a day around 3pm, and I am pretty sure we are done with yard sales forever. Holding, not shopping at, of course.