Bill helps with an armoire/little flyers

Saturday: Spent most of the morning wondering if the furniture was about to be delivered. Cats. Shower. Down basement. Drums. Sitting. Of course, they showed up just as I had some eggs cooking. The guys were not being very professional, and rolling their eyes at getting the armoire down basement. I took pity on them, and had them put it in the living room, since I wasn't sure where it was going to go. After they left, I tried putting some stereo equipment in it, and realized it was woefully too small. So, after breakfast, I began attempting to get it down basement by myself. Next door neighbor Bill saw what I was up to, and lent a hand. He has lived here his whole life, so he knows the history of my house better than I do. Put the stereo back together again. Did some work putting together promotional materials. Watched a bit of my dumb movie. Took a drive out and did some flyer hanging. Couldn't find a bookstore in Andover. The Someday has gone out of business. As has Unicorn books. My key fob stopped working, and I had to take the batteries out and clean them off, before I could get back in my car. Someone had a bubble machine running from a third floor window in Inmann Square. In Central Square a very thin woman, who seemed a bit mentally unstable, said she needed a hug, so I gave her one. I made the mistake of patting her on the head, which changed her mood to anger. An apology. MB called saying her BD seminar was complete for the day. I headed back home, picking up Indian food in Union Square, and a DVD up the road. Back home, and dinner with MB, then video, while she sewed. Guitar. Now down basement.