Shelved

This afternoon I went back by my house to lock up after the mold remediation people. They were just leaving and asked me if I wanted to come in to see what they'd done. At least I'm pretty sure that's what they said; the company is a husband and wife team, and he speaks no English and she speaks a little. I had expected that my lower cabinets would be gone, and they were. I was proud of myself for getting them emptied and everything off the counters. What I hadn't expected was that everything had to come off the walls, shelves, and tables throughout the house. When I went inside and saw that they had had to take care of all of that, I was so embarrassed! I had asked and asked what I had to do to get ready for the mold remediation, and all I knew about was getting stuff out of the kitchen.

From what I could gather during our limited conversation -- their bad English and my bad Spanish -- was that the walls and floors all had to be scrubbed down, and anything porous -- books, papers, etc. -- had to be put away and covered. As if it weren't bad enough that they had to do all that extra work, they had even bought boxes from Home Depot to put it in. I apologized over and over; I know how to do that in Spanish! Then I got over it and went out for a steak. Now I have to go to the front desk of the hotel and extend my stay by one more day. Man, I'll be glad when I can go home, and it's only been one day! Dang.