Harem's Gonna Harem

It was Friday night at 6:45, so of course Hick got a call from his harem. I could only hear one side of the conversation. I actually heard a harem voice, because Hick's phone is so loud, but I couldn't make out the words.

"You can get the key out of the key box. The number is XXXX. That'll open it so you can get out the key."

"Blabbety blabbety blab blab blab. Blabbety blabbety blab."

"[REDACTED 1] on the first floor has a key. In Apartment 1. Well. [REDACTED 2] knows how to get in. She should be back from church pretty soon. No. You're fine. It's just--"

"Blabbedy blabbety blab. Blabbety blab."

"There's [REDACTED 3]. You know her, don't you? She can go down and get the key to let you in. She's on third floor. That's a lot easier than me driving all the way to town from way out here to let you in."

"Blabbety blabbety blab."

"It's okay. Just go knock on her door and she'll get you in. I'll call her and tell her. Okay. Talk to you later."

I was in the kitchen, waiting to hear about the resolution. I did NOT hear Hick making a phone call. 

"Should some of these people even be living alone? Aren't you going to call [REDACTED 3]?"

"Yeah. I'm calling her now. It's my drunk lady who's locked out."

"Huh. Such a shame she's in trouble with the police, or she could call them and they could come use the key box to let her in!"

"Yeah. But [REDACTED 3] will do it."

Hick made the call and explained the situation. Ten or fifteen minutes later, [REDACTED 3] called Hick. He thanked her. They had a brief exchange. Then Hick told me...

"Her door was already unlocked!"

"What in the Not-Heaven! I bet she was just trying to lure you over there! On a Friday night! Since it seemed like she was not very receptive to your several solutions, and kept wanting YOU to come let her in. Maybe her door wasn't locked at all! Or maybe she went and got the key herself."

"I don't know. But she got in."

Hick's harem does not seem to understand boundaries...

The Universe Tries to Get Hick in Trouble

Hick normally doesn't need any help getting himself in trouble. Thursday evening, The Universe gave him an assist. 

I knew that Hick was spending the morning working in the more remote nowhere of former Backcreek Neighbors Nick and Bev's house. Then he would be at his SUS2.5 puttering around until his long-awaited MRI at 3:30. I was off running errands with The Pony, and returned home at 4:30.

I was hoping for some kind of update on the MRI. The technician is not supposed to tell you anything. But we had a friend who worked in the radiology department of a local hospital, who told us The Pony had pneumonia when he was four. Good thing! Doctors had him seeing a cardiologist because he tired out so easily, and was listless, and didn't even want to play at Chuck E. Cheese. With her input, we were able to advocate for The Pony to get treatment for pneumonia, though we kept the cardiologist appointment, and heart issues were ruled out.

Anyhoo... I didn't hear anything from Hick. He's usually home by 5:00. I thought he might have gone back to his SUS2.5 after the MRI. Maybe he had a customer he was meeting. His phone doesn't work (for me) from inside his SUS2.5. I sat down to scratch my lottery tickets. 5:00 came and went. No Hick. No text or call. Maybe the MRI appointment ran late.

By 5:30, I was getting worried. It shouldn't take that much longer, even with a late appointment. Surely Hick would have let me know. He must be on the way, thinking he wasn't all that late to warrant communication.

By 6:00, I couldn't stand not-knowing. What if they saw something on the MRI, and were rushing around trying to get Hick admitted to the hospital! It had been such a long time getting that appointment. Maybe Hick's conditioned had worsened!

I didn't want to bother Hick if he was not able to use his phone. But I couldn't take the suspense. I called him at 6:05.

"Where are you?"

"Didn't you get the text?"

"NO! I didn't get any text!"

"I sent one around 5:00. I went by to pick up my tractor from HOS [Hick's Oldest Son]. We brought it home, and now I'm taking HOS back. We're about halfway to his place."

"Oh. Okay. See you later."

I don't like to talk to Hick while he's driving, because HOS's roads are even more country than ours, and Hick is not the best driver even when he's not distracted. I checked my phone again. Nope. The last text I had from Hick was 11:30 a.m., when he had acknowledged the text I sent him at 10:45, telling him to use the debit card to pay for the MRI.

Huh. Hick SAID he sent me a text. But maybe he forgot to actually hit SEND. Or maybe he sent it to the wrong person. He'd better not be making this up, just to stay out of trouble!

When Hick got home just before 7:00, he immediately got out his phone to show me. 

"See? I sent it at 5:05! Telling you that we brought the tractor, and I was taking HOS home."

"I see it there. But it doesn't say DELIVERED. Mine either says DELIVERED, or it says READ after the person opens it."

"Mine don't do that. It changes color."

"Well. I guess you sent it. But I didn't get it!"

"I wondered why you didn't answer me back like you usually do."

Hick is off the hook for this one. The Universe is a pot-stirrer!

No, I Didn't Forget

Time once again to show the holiday feast for Thevictorians. We had our Easter Dinner on Good Friday, to accommodate Hick's greedy busy sales schedule at his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5). There's nothing new. Same old foods. But who doesn't like to look at food, right?

That is The Pony's plate. The Pony loves the roasted vegetables, which we refer to as "vinchtables" from childhood pronunciations. Also stuffing (from a box). There's some ham waiting to be put on mini sandwiches made with Sister Schubert's Rolls, along with some pepperjack and swiss. Red onions. Deviled eggs, of course. And some chips. The white stuff on the plate is French Onion Dip, I think. And salad, which I don't remember making separately this time, so The Pony must have had to do it (!).

Hick's plate is more ham-heavy. He's quite the carnivore. Hick also took a healthy (?) serving of potato salad. Which I was disappointed not to see on The Pony's plate, but The Pony likes it at room temperature, so was likely waiting to have it that way later with leftovers at home.

How dare Hick only take that much of the 7 layer salad!!! It seems like a mere token.

THIS is how you eat 7 layer salad! In a bowl piled to the top! So what if the rest of my plate "suffers" from having less? That salad is the main event.

Once again, I forgot about the dessert. It was only a variety of store-bought cheesecake slices. Hick and The Pony like them. I just had a couple of PEEPS.

The leftovers are all gone now, except a few slices of ham that we're eating in sandwiches. The bone is in FRIG II's freezer for a pot of beans. I'm missing my 7 layer salad already. I had been putting it on a wrap with ham for my suppers. Hick did not mind. He got the deviled eggs and potato salad and vinchtables.

When No News Might Be Good News

Here it is, two days past the original closing date for our sale of Bargain House, and we still have no check and no inkling of when we might get a check.

Hick has been communicating with Realtor Guy. It's not like he is ghosting us. He just has no information to give. The last we heard, the Buyer's financial institution had scheduled an appraisal of Bargain House on April 3, which was Good Friday. The Monday, April 6, closing date came and went. No closing.

On Monday, Realtor Guy informed Hick that the reason for the last-minute appraisal was because "The Buyer's financial institution had the wrong closing date."

How does that happen? Three ways possible, I'm guessing. The financial institution got the wrong closing date from Buyer, or Buyer's Realtor. Or they got the right date, but a worker at the financial institution itself recorded the wrong date.

Anyhoo... Realtor Guy told Hick that the appraisal report should be in "tonight." What does THAT mean? Do they work 24 hours? Where does it come "in?" To the financial institution, maybe? Then what happens? Do they have a board that has to approve the loan? 

Hick told Realtor Guy on Monday that if our closing could not be scheduled for Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday, it would have to wait until next week. As I type this, it is Wednesday night at 9:00. Hick talked to Realtor Guy this afternoon, and he said he still had no information on a closing date.

Looks like it will be next week at the earliest. Hopefully, it won't conflict with Hick's as-yet-unscheduled diagnosis/treatment of his lung ailment. Meanwhile, Hick's glass guy is fixing the windows at Bargain House on Friday.

Surely it's at least good news that we haven't heard anything, right? Wouldn't we know by now if Bargain House was not appraised at the amount needed to justify Buyer's loan? We're not counting on anything for certain...

Hick's Harem Informant

Monday evening, Hick and I were watching the finale of Extracted. It's a reality survivor show that we've followed since January. It was in the last 10 minutes, just ready to reveal the winner, when Hick's phone rang. He answered. It was one of his harem from the senior apartments.

"You know that table that was in the upstairs hall? Well, I just thought you should know, it's gone. Somebody took it."

"Yeah. I know. I have it."

"Oh. I thought you'd want to know that it was missing."

"It's fine. I have the table. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

That was pretty quick for getting one of his harem off the phone. After we finished our show, Hick said:

"At least it only took her 12 hours to notice that the table was gone, heh, heh."

"What did she expect you to do, rush over there tonight with a magnifying glass and look for fingerprints? Go door to door and search all the apartments?"

"I don't know what she expected. You never know with them gals."

Maybe Hick can organize his harem into a "neighborhood" watch group, one on each floor. 

Hick Can't Catch a Break. Or Breath.

Hick continues his quest for an MRI. You know, the MRI that was ordered by his Nurse Practitioner after she called him on Monday, March 30, saying his x-rays suggested that he had either a partially-collapsed lung, or the beginnings of pneumonia. 

Hick went back to his NP on Wednesday, April 1, because the lab said they couldn't give him an appointment sooner than two weeks. The NP and staff thought they had figured out that it was the hospital lab's misunderstanding about needing insurance approval. Hick said he'd rather change it to the imaging center. The NP said the imaging center would call him on Thursday, April 2.

That was quite a little April Fool's joke, I guess. Nobody called on Thursday. Nobody called on Good Friday. Today (Monday, April 6), Hick called his NP again. She said she would call the imaging center again. 

The imaging center called Hick, and said they could not give him an appointment for his MRI until it was approved by his insurance. So Hick called his NP, slightly irate, I would imagine, over the audacity of the imaging center to require insurance approval when his NP says it isn't necessary.

The NP called the imaging center again, stating that insurance approval was NOT necessary. 

The imaging center called Hick, giving him an appointment for an MRI on Thursday, April 9, at 3:30. 

Hick declared (to me) that he might as well have taken the appointment the hospital had offered him for next Tuesday! Since this had not gotten him an appointment much earlier. He says once they do the MRI, it will take his NP at least two business days before she reads it and contacts him.

Meanwhile, Hick is sounding a bit wheezy. He tries to do his deep breathing like his NP instructed, but that makes him dizzy. He sounds more wheezy to me. He says his upper right lung feels like some fluid is trying to come up when he coughs.

My whole point all along has been that his NP could have given Hick an antibiotic (for the possible pneumonia), and it wouldn't have hurt anything if he turned out to have a partially-collapsed lung. Whereas treating him for a possible partially-collapsed lung might not have been good for pneumonia.

That's how I see it. It's not like Hick is demanding unnecessary antibiotics for a common cold. The NP is the one who suggested pneumonia, after reading his chest x-ray. Dr. Val will step down off her soapbox now. Hopefull not injuring her fragile knees.

The Universe Thumbs Its Nose at Thevictorians

Dang The Universe! After getting our hopes up, with such a quick contract on Bargain House, The Universe is now toying with our semi-livelihood. Remember the "surprise" last-minute appraisal that was scheduled by The Buyer's financial institution on Good Friday? It appears to have become a monkey wrench tossed into this sale.

Saturday evening, I quizzed Hick on his latest communications with Realtor Guy.

"Are we still having the closing on Monday? We kind of need to know. It affects three of us. And we can't just pop in at the last minute. It's a 30-minute drive. Longer, because we have to pick up The Pony. I need to know, so I can plan when to take my morning medicine."

"I don't know Val. I sent him a text on Friday, and I still haven't heard anything back. I'll send him one tonight. But with tomorrow being Easter, I doubt I'll hear from him."

So what do we do? Plan our day like we're going to a closing at 1:00? Or go about our regular business, assuming that it will be rescheduled? Or maybe the deal will fall through because of the appraisal? Even though Realtor Guy had told us The Buyer was approved for a loan $20,000 more than our contract amount.

Sunday at 11:04, I got a text from Hick at his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5).

"Val i got a message from Realtor Guy he says he has not heard anything but we are most likely not closing tomorrow"

Well then. I will go about my normal business of doing nothing most of the day. If the closing for some reason mysteriously gets the go-ahead, that title company will just have to wait to give us a check!