Off the Wall

“What was that?”

“I don’t know. I was just heat­ing up the saucepan.”

“OMIGOD! The TV is com­ing off the wall!”

“What the heck…Is there an earth­quake or some­thing?”

“Nope, it just start­ed to come off.”

We called a TV Hang­ing com­pa­ny. Yes, there is such a thing. They came at the end of the day on Fri­day, and took the TV com­plete­ly off the wall, since it was hang­ing on by 1 or 2 of the 3 screws, and said they’d return to re-hang it for $200 when they could find a slot to book us. We trad­ed emails and set an appoint­ment for the 17^th (ear­li­est pos­si­ble date). At least it did­n’t fall.

In the mean­time, my office, which we can­ni­bal­ized in order to get a desk stur­dy enough to sup­port the TV, looks like a tor­na­do hit it. Print­er is on the floor, papers and oth­er junk (being stored in the desk) are every­where. I’m start­ing to clean it up, but in the mean­time, the first thing you see when you enter our con­do is a huge mess. Love­ly.