Why is it that when I start to feel as though I may be getting ripped off, I get a creeped out, sunken feeling, and I find it difficult to immediately speak my mind? That was sort of a long question. Brevity: What makes me such a wuss!? We paid for 1800 s.f. of concrete, and they poured 1500s.f. They brought 4,000 s.f. of sod to lay in the back yard, of which at least 500s.f. was 'extra;' conveniently a 'friend' came by and hauled the 'extra' away. I'm sitting here, counting on my fingers, trying to sum it all up. I don't want to believe they are actually going to try and rip us off, but it ain't looking too favorable. Do I wait and see how everything comes out on the final bill; act trusting, cool and keen. Or do I say '¿Que pasa? ¿Can't you guys calcular area?' Chispas, I do not like confrontation, especially not in Espanglish.
This must be really getting me down; I can't quite muster the poetry of praise for the last of the lawn that was put in today. It is beautiful. I can't wait to run across it, do somersaults with Max, or read books in the shade. It's going to be really nice.
Note to self: Don't get in a funk over the miscalculations; call them on it, and make it right.
Nota buena: I found an apple tree with maturing fruit, and Solandra maxima-'Cup of Gold' vine. The vine will make most excellent shade for the hot, hot back patio.
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