It's not Spring but today I cleaned.
A lot. I was in an angry twit.
Through this little home-based business I run, selling horticultural testing instruments to orchard growers (yawn), I have cause this time of year to make shipments to places in South America and the Southern hemisphere. I have been doing this for more than fifteen years. I sort of know how to run the show. Occasionally, I run into a glitch or a new rule or federal regulation that creates a temporary pause in my day.
I sent a shipment out to Peru yesterday. (Note: I had been working on this sale for TWO years: a big durn deal for a new customer in a NEW country.) Today I got a phone call from our shipping people, stating that that they were missing some required paperwork.
"No, you're not."
"We require ----."
"No, you don't. Someone is mistaken."
"We can't ship it unless we have ----."
And so the conversation went, all morning and all afternoon, between eight people from the shipping company and me. They were wrong, I was right. (So I contended.) In that each person from the shipping company kept transferring me to another office, I was pretty much grounded at home all day long. And boy, was I frustrated. Because: They were wrong. I was right.
Add to this fun and games, the fact that my new "fiber optic internet" went out mid-afternoon. No home-based internet communication here in rural Kansas.
I cleaned out the refrigerator while I waited for a phone call. And I cleaned everything out from under the kitchen sink. A couple more phone calls. I cleaned the oven. Another phone call...
I moved into the dining room, and cleared everything away from the east wall: dining chairs, hung paintings, etc. I emptied the china cabinet, so that it could be moved for what will be a monumental repair: the entire east wall of our ca. 1887 plaster & lathe wall needs addressed.
Towards the end of the "workday", I received a phone call worth some satisfaction towards my plight. In fact, I WAS right, and they were wrong.
At least, that's what I was told at the end of my day. The shipment is out of Kansas and heading to parts deep south, without the questionable paperwork. Well...tomorrow may well tell a different tale.
What I have is a prematurely-Spring-cleaned kitchen.