What a week!
Been working on posting my online teaching lessons, which will be available in May for those who signed up for the classes. Made some progress today uploading photos.
A big package of fabrics arrived today and I haven't even had time to open it. Boo,hiss.
Maybe next week. I'll be home all day next Tuesday because I'm taking my car in for the airbag recall.
In February, I got a letter from Subaru saying that nobody should sit in the front passenger seat because they might die from an exploding airbag (implying, "in the event of an accident"). They also said they were out of replacement air bags (oh,swell) and would send me a letter when they got a new supply. Did you get a letter from Subaru that my airbags were in? Because I didn't. So, faced with the prospect of sudden death from an airbag while we drive home on the lovely Route 95 for 3 days, I called the West Palm Beach Subaru dealer yesterday.
Yes, they have airbags. Miracle of miracles, I got an appointment this morning, and the woman told me it would take most of the morning. So this morning, I showed up with my car (which, it must be noted, I have been driving for seven years without fearing death-by-airbag). There was only one hitch. The woman who told me I could have my car late this morning was lying or an idiot. They have to remove the whole dashboard and it was going to take all day. Oops. Non-cancellable afternoon appointment for Phil and the next auto slot is Tuesday morning at 8. Hopefully, they will have a loaner for me on Tuesday, which they did not have today.
On the subject of dashboards, I received another missive from Subaru this week, alerting me about melting dashboards from heat and humidity, and extending my warranty for another year. MELTING DASHBOARDS?? I had this vision.
So far, no melting. But I did read a comment from someone whose hand stuck to the middle of his steering wheel because of melting. The worst of it was that he wiped his hand off on his pants and couldn't get the plastic off his pants. Now I know why in the Florida summers, people put those cardboard things on their windows.
Two weeks from now we will be heading home and I am feeling the panic of not finishing what I need to finish -- not to mention cleaning up this place we have been in for 4 months. It needs to be left spotless and I have a terrible cleaning person. Unfortunately, I can't fire her. Oh, well. Nothing's perfect.