So, long story short, after many messages from FedEx first claiming they'd delivered last Friday, then saying one more day, one more day, and increasingly irritated emails and tweets from me to Misfits, and increasingly harassed and unhappy responses, Misfits threw in the towel.
The order which FedEx logged as delivered last Friday afternoon, never arrived. So Misfits has issued a complete refund including shipping.
I even walked around the neighborhood this morning in case it had been left at a wrong number. My neighbors travel a lot and might not know. Nope.
I did place a new order which should (!) arrive Friday. Is so, all is forgiven. and I'll do an unboxing. If not, I'll walk.
Meanwhile I've been hanging in, not wanting to shop locally then get a delivery.
Today emergency half pizza for lunch
Mozzarella, blue cheese crumbles, capers, pepper flakes. Glass of milk. Pretty good.
I made the salmon, too, yesterday. No pix, too frazzled what with one thing and another. I baked it in the oven for about ten minutes, then, reversing the usual order, finished it on top of the stove in a cast iron pan, with mashed potatoes, both gently browned.
Made a simple sauce of mayonnaise and Dijon mustard. It was very good. The Brussels sprouts not having appeared, I went greenless.
This evening the rest of the salmon with the last of the pasta, Alfredo style. I will survive. I haven't had to defend myself with a Kalashnikov, so proportion is everything.
The other exciting thing is that the 24 hour cable outage I mentioned yesterday was the result of an official looking guy, on Saturday, in a hiviz jacket, cutting and taking away the section of cable serving this block.
I saw him, figured it was a cable guy who had replaced cable, it happens and it had been red flagged, and was taking the old coax back to hq.
Then we all realized we'd lost the connection. Not evidently done by the cable company, who sent out a technician late yesterday to reconnect the cable. The fence company denied any part in it, landscapers likewise. So evidently a freelance saboteur or something! I'm guessing a massive failure to communicate, covered by stout denial.
Back online now, and full of complaints!
And so grateful for the therapy of the Sock Ministry.
Go Ukraine. Heavy bombardment this morning. Prayers going out
