Crisis Averted
Yesterday Dennis’ garage furnace chimney rusted out and off. Dennis came in and told me to hold supper until he got home. Dennis in his little red pickup sat in the parking lot of our plumbing fellows until one of their trucks showed up for the close of their day. Close of their day? Dream on. It may have been 5:30, but one of the service fellows followed Dennis home to assess the situation. Measurements were taken and the furnace is able to run safely with how it has been rigged up. Not to worry, Dennis will stay on top of their promise to return as soon as the parts are in. Dennis is in this to win it.
Apparently our two man business is now seven men strong and not able to keep up with the customer demands. Hmm. Seems no one wants to work, even when it’s on the job training while drawing a paycheck. Our plumbers are the not the only ones short of help. Earlier this spring we had a difficult time finding someone to install a Larson screen door. Grant it, Kevin had totally taken off the old one completed with all the framing. Not to worry, the fellow that we did get is on our speed dial.
With having snow showers off and on, it was time for a kettle of soup to be made. I made my famous “End of the Week Soup.” With a base of Swanson’s Beef Broth, a package of diced leftover roast beef from the freezer, a package of Bird’s Eye Steamable Rice and Vegetable . . . I was on my way towards having a soup for supper available. I did rummage through the refrigerator. A bit of grated cheese, some pork and beans left from a night ago, a package of leftover frozen green beans that contain bacon and garlic and a handful of beef bullion cubes. Just for good luck, several splashes of Balsamic vinegar.
Dennis did do a tasting before he left to have coffee with one of his buddies. If Dennis is not home by 5:30, he can be found at the Home Town Cafe, telling me he passed on my “End of the Week Soup.” I highly doubt it, but . . . taste buds are very individual.
Not having had a plan for supper, I think my soup is a crisis averted as well as Dennis’ crisis with a furnace that may not have been able to be used. Oh my gosh, the cats and . . . Dennis would have suffered in the patio porch. Ya . . . right!
I am nestled in for the weekend. Let the good times roll.