timprov points out that the other electricians we've dealt with seem to have a similar policy, just not one they're willing to state to prospective customers. Still and all, it was a little startling: a policy of not returning phone calls. It makes one wonder why they'd bothered to have her answer the phone at all. (On the other hand, maybe she was expecting a call from her mother.)If you're looking for cuteness, there are new pictures of my niece. Including some in a hat. I swear, putting a hat on your baby increases the risk that I will grab it and run away by, like, 400%. It's good to know the odds on these things. (Even though I have never actually grabbed a baby and run away. Well. Not very far away.) I should still post the old pictures of my niece. It's just a bit far down my priority list, I'm afraid -- behind getting a painter to come out and do the house early this fall, behind scheduling a preliminary appointment to look at the right side wisdom teeth the idiot dentist last year didn't remove, behind going to the pharmacy for
timprov's meds, behind finishing "Flight of the Paleontologist." Which I am afraid is never going to be the best story I've ever written, not even temporarily until I finish my next story. But today it will be done, and sometimes that's what matters: getting it out of my head so I can do something better, or at least something different.I feel like making ominous noises about the something different, actually.
