Another fun lunch date – this time with The Twins, their dad, and his wife Sandra visiting from far off Tennessee. I had been eager to meet them for a while because I had heard so many great stories about them, and had admired their dad's artwork. Plus, he reminded me of Rebecca’s father ( a fellow to whom I was once married.) They are both pretty cute guys – real charmers, in fact. His wife, "the saintly Sandra," is wonderful too. Today I heard stories of the arrival of the twins – Corinna the expected one, and Maria an aftershock! That would indeed be quite a surprise – to think you were done birthing and then to see another little head or foot peeking out, anxious to make an appearance. What a double blessing!
Then, I girded myself to return the vacuum cleaner I had purchased on Friday. The salesclerk was one of the most annoying I have dealt with in ages and ages. He had been so awful that he gave me a headache, and Ana, who had kindly come along for moral support, had to deal with him. The next morning when I opened the box, it was not even the one I had purchased. Instead, it was a horrible hideous fluorescent orange one. I was not looking forward to another session with the clerk, but it had to be done. I hoped it would be his day off, but no such luck. When I returned it, he denied having the one who waited on me and had rung up the wrong one. “It must have been someone else,” he said. “What was wrong with it?” he wanted to know. Well, besides being the wrong one, I hated it. “I want one with a light on the wand,” I said. “They don’t make them with a light on the end.” “Why not? I asked. “They used to and it was a great feature.” “People didn’t like it, so they stopped making them that way.” “What’s this?” “Oh! It looks like a light. I guess they do still have them.” And this is the guy selling them. Grrrrr. Anyway, I exchanged the orange monstrosity, came home, vacuumed and was happy. The Margaret and Tobias hairs had been getting awfully thick on the carpet.