My day started out crappy. I was informed that the satellite was not working, so, before I had gotten any coffee or anything, I had to trudge through hip-deep snow to get to the satellite dish, only to find out that the rain gutter had become completely full of ice and collapsed on the satellite dish, knocking it down. It didn't knock it off the house, but it pointed it at the ground. So, I hammered out enough ice to get the gutter off the dish, and I pushed it back up where it belonged, but, of course, it did not go back to working. NoOoOoOoOoO.
So, I called Kenny who called DirecTV to get it fixed. They can't even get here until Sunday morning. Hopefully, they'll have it fixed before the party, and I think they will. In the off-hand chance that they don't, though, I will simply run a line from my Internet cable (which also sends me local stations) and we'll watch the game that way. No harm done.
Well, while Kenny was home, he started shoveling the three-plus feet of snow off the roof of the basement. Hunter went up to help him, but was wearing cowboy boots (which aren't very good for traction, don't you know), so Hunter was basically pushing the snow from high up where there was a board to brace himself. Kenny, however, was wandering all over the roof pushing snow. While he was shoveling the porch, he fell two or three times, finally causing me to get a length of rope and tie it to the banister of the stairwell and run it through Cait's window in an attempt to tie him off and keep him from falling onto the pavement below. However, this never came to fruition as Kenny got a phone call that the snow shoveling crews were all over at the office wanting paid. So, Kenny left to do that, and then he left the office to go get more cash to pay more people and then go get some rope to take out to a crew in Deer Valley who, apparently, had an epidemic of people falling off the roof.
Shortly thereafter, Kenny returned with a Bobcat to plow all the snow that was removed from the porch roof (which was now on the pavement below) so that people could safely come into to the house for band practice tonight and for the Superbowl party on Sunday. After doing that, he left again to run more errands.
In the meantime, the drummer showed up with his daughter and his cousin (both under the age of 13). The kids all went off to play, and the drummer proceeded to play drums for almost an hour while I was desperately trying to finish my theoretician profile before I had to cook dinner. I didn't get that done. I cooked dinner for the band, the drummer's cousin and daughter, and the kids and Kenny, and then we all started watching this DVD that the bassist brought with him. We watched it for a while, and then we practiced for maybe 40 minutes before calling it a night, as Kenny was giving up the ghost. He fell asleep on the couch about 10 minutes after we went on break. The band left after we scheduled another practice for Monday night, and I tried to finish the dishes (still not done with that) and finished the paper that was due at midnight. I missed the deadline by an hour, but I do hope that the instructor will be forgiving: after the day I had, somebody ought to take some pity on me that I even managed to write a word considering everything that is going on.
So, the PLAN is... tomorrow (Saturday), Kenny is going to work until noon or 12:30, and then we are going to Spokane. I am going to buy the resin I need to make the Weinie Award, some guitar strings, and some other stuff, and then I will come home and make the Weinie Award. Sunday is to be the party, and, hopefully, we'll have the satellite back in working order. Monday, band practice.
But with Kenny's work schedule (and with the impending loss of our only running car at the moment due to the fact that it got rear-ended at a stop light in Sandpoint and it will need to be repaired at some point), I don't think I am going to get to do ANYTHING I want and/or need to do.
