It’s another day of moody weather with occasional blasts of sleet/hail throughout the day.
My focus for today is to review a section of material in my CMA study programme and then take some practice tests. The way the programme is set up, you have to score 86% on 50 randomly generated multiple choice before you can move to the next section of lessons. There many tricky, counter-intuitive questions that are worded in confusing ways (e.g., “which of the following is not false”), and I usually get tripped up by 1-2 such questions during a practice test. After trying a few runs of 50 questions, which take about an hour each time, I keep falling just short of 86%. By evening my brain is fried, and I decide to pick it back up over the weekend.
I wasn’t able to get the usual 10:30-12:30 morning slot for my SuperValu grocery delivery this week, even though I tried booking it a week in advance. Instead I have to wait until 2:00-4:00. No one calls about substitutions and a charge is processed on my debit card, so everything I ordered must be in stock. Around 2:45, my phone rings. A man on the other end of the line asks for directions to my address, so I assume it’s a new SuperValu delivery guy. He calls back 15 minutes later saying he’s here. I have the grocery delivery routine down to a science… throw on some shoes, grab a face mask, make sure my keys are in my pocket while also propping the apartment door with a hiking boot (a belt-and-suspenders approach to ensure I don’t get locked out), then on the way downstairs also prop open the door to the stairwell at the end of my floor with a doorstop so that I don’t have to set the grocery bags down when I’m hauling them back to my apartment. When I reach the ground floor and open the front door to Spranger’s Yard, there’s a plain curiously unmarked white delivery van parked on Crow Street. The driver greets me with an invoice in his hand — it turns out that he’s delivering the plywood sheets I had ordered for my bed! I was expecting to receive another email from them confirming when the delivery would be made, so this takes me pleasantly by surprise. In addition to the two sections I had ordered be cut to fit the bed, there’s a third panel from the remaining portion of the standard sized plywood sheet (since I had to pay for all of it). The plywood I choose is made of birch, relatively smooth, 18mm or ~0.7 inches thick, and fairly heavy. After the delivery guy sets them down in the entryway, I go back upstairs to fetch some heavy duty leather work gloves to make it easier to handle the plywood panels and avoid any splinters. I slowly carry them up one at a time.
The two panels cut to my specifications fit the bed frame perfectly (I store the third one under mattress of the guest bed):
I’ve somewhat winded after all the lumber hauling. Thankfully, I get a chance to catch my breath before my SuperValu grocery order arrives around 3:45.
There are still no further updates on the UPS package containing my prescription meds that was supposed to be delivered earlier in the week. Hopefully it’s just taking awhile to clear customs and there won’t be any issues (fingers crossed),
Until next time….
