All is well here at Casa Tipton-Kelly after yesterday's run out of patience blow-up.
As promised the DirecTV guy came by at 8 AM this morning, right as he said he would. And what great service while he was here! Such a huge difference from Comcast who always acts like they're doing you a favor by being a monopoly in the area. How refreshing! He even gave me very helpful information that I didn't think to ask for. I think this new emphasis on service has to do with.....wait for it.....COMPETITION. There is MORE than one cable/satellite service company in the area.
A few years ago AT&T bought DirecTV and I expected the service to go downhill the way Verizon and Comcast did. You know, you can't get a live person, only bots and if you should be so lucky to get an actual live person you'll get someone from the Philippines with an accent. Anyway, not to go off in that bitching route, this morning the service was great and now Bill's TV is working. He'll watch it for a while then give up on it. We've been through this before but that's fine, I needed to get that TV hooked up anyway. I plan to use his bedroom as a private theater should I survive Bill. Oh, that sounds harsh doesn't it? I mean should I outlive Bill which I sometimes doubt because my my health issues. I think I'll probably die of a heart attack while doing my Morning Walk through out development here in lovely southern coastal Delaware. Yesterday I had to stop a few time because of chest pains. Such is the life of this eighty-one year old man.
In about a half an hour Bill's hospice nurse is scheduled to arrive for her weekly visit to check Bill. She was supposed to come yesterday but she had a couple of emergencies. We're all "T's" here today. The DirecTV serviceman was "Tyler". Bill's hospice nurse today is "Tara."
Actually, yesterday's little confit was beneficial in that it forced me to clean up all those medical boxes of equipment that was accumulating in Bill's bedroom. His open leg wound has healed now so we don't need all those dressings that hospice sent to us. I put them aside, in case we need to use them in the future. Glory be to God, we don't need them now though.
Did I tell you that Pat put his opulent, luxurious, downtown Hamilton, Ontario penthouse up for sale? He did. This past Sunday he purchased a teeny tiny house a few blocks away. His new house is only just over six hundred square feet. He can live that way, not me though. With our finished basement we have over fifty-two hundred square feet here at Casa Tipton-Kelly on .98 acres of a luxurious, landscaped, over flow daffodils, verdant oasis. I ain't never moving from here. This is where I die. Oh, I'll visit Palm Springs but I end My Journey here.