a mish-mash of things and a bit of a rant, so if you don’t want to hear it, don’t read.

Good lord.  I just finished doing a couple hours of rewriting and I thought I’d check out the markets for a breather.  Good heavens!  The Dow is down 301 points, even the gold stocks, which doesn’t make sense, because gold is still continuing to rise.  Right now spot price for gold is at $971 (and for those of you who have been reading my blog for a while you know that that is up $97.60 from the quote I gave you of $873.40 on January 8th 2008)  Interesting huh?  Why isn’t gold making front page news?  If you go look at a chart of golds action since, say, 2000, you are going to be astounded by what you see.

Okay, on to something else.  My sofas.  The minute I found out way back in December that my sofas were going to be headed for LA, I forced myself to go shopping, ordered some, and was assured that it would take 7-8 weeks until delivery.  This was on Dec. 22nd.  My sofas and other assorted furniture went out of my front door, via, the moving company on January 9th. 

No big deal.  I told myself.  There are other places to sit in the house.  I’m lucky to even have a house.  So, I don’t have sofas for a few weeks?  So what. 

Well, I still don’t have sofas.  And its been 9 weeks and 5 days.  Not only that.  The beautiful bookcases that I ordered at around the same time were promised to me in 4-6 weeks.  Guess what?  They haven’t arrived as well.  I am tired of chasing the dogs away from that side of the room where all the writing I have ever done in my whole entire life is melding into one big jumbled up mess.  This is taking almost twice as long as they said it was going to be!

Why can’t people do what they promise?  Why do they have to make out like I’m the one who made the mistake, the error, when in fact, I asked them point blank, “How long,“ and they told me and I WROTE it down.  Right there, in the store.  Because I needed to know, for my own peace of mind, how long my home would be in disarray.  And then when I call to ask them what is going on?  And why the hold up, they try to make me think I am going crazy.  “Oh we never would have said that.  No, you must have misheard us.“  Excuse me.  Not only did I not mishear you, but when I called LAST week, your husband said that they were going to be delivered this week, and sorry for the delay.

And if they’d told me it was going to be 10 weeks or 12 weeks, then I would know what I was dealing with, and I wouldn’t have been feeling like I was on hold.  Grrrrr…

I’m so glad that I was able to buy most of the other stuff from an second-hand antique store.  Beautiful things, good quality.  I try to go that route as much as possible because it is better for the environment, and thank goodness, because I had arranged to have them delivered that furniture on January 10th so we’ve had a table and chairs, thank god!  Try blowing out birthday candles, on the kitchen floor, with two dogs galloping around.  It wouldn’t have been fun. 

Okay, my furniture rant is done.  Time to go have some candy.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, February 29, 2008 in Chewing the Fat