|NOT our backyard, though I'd love to claim it!|
Pretty, isn't it? Well, we need a concrete slab on which to place the aforementioned shed, and a secure gate on the fence that surrounds the yard in which the shed will live. So, on to find a fence company to repair our gate that has been broken for 6 months. After playing phone tag with the fence company, they finally arrive to give me an estimate. Did I mention that "they" were a full crew who started taking the hardware off of the gate before I even had a quote? So much for a free estimate!
After asking the guys to stop working, I was finally given a ridiculously outrageous price. While they were packing up, a crew member snuck into the backyard and offered to come over Saturday and do the work for $150 less than the estimate from his company. Do you have your own insurance and licensing? No? I think I'm going to pass, buddy. Good
luck with that, though.
In the middle of the fence fiasco, we get a call that Paul's dad is in the hospital with a heartrate of 35. Seriously? Yes, seriously.
So, the day that started off so well ended at the VA Medical Center. Paul's dad has been diagnosed with a 2nd degree heart block- Type II. The doctors are holding one of his blood pressure meds until Saturday to see if he will self-correct. If not, he will be the proud recipient of a shiny, brand-spanking new pacemaker. The high point of the afternoon was dinner with Paul's mom at Olive Garden. We might as well worry with full bellies, right?