Shade

Receive solar shade ordered for kitchen window on Friday and tell Dave, We can put this up tomorrow! He is not nearly as excited about the shade as I am, which find disappointing. Day begins with early morning making of coffee in kitchen during which tell self that Soon there will be a shade to block that sun! Jenny and I go on walk. In park, see Serena and somehow refrain from telling her about shade. (Question: why is it that at any point during the day that Jenny and I go to the park, we almost always find Serena there too? Is she having trouble at home? Train of thought proceeds quickly, saddling poor Serena and her partner with--variously--physical and or mental abuse, drug addiction, homelessness, severe restless leg syndrome which makes it impossible for her to comfortably sit in one place. Do not care to think about restless leg syndrome or even have phrase uttered or read as it inevitably causes own legs to crawl up spine to neck.) Serena, despite worrisome behavior appears in excellent health. When get home, have brief but hot struggle retrieving drill and toolbox from hall closet and then set about installing shade. Feel self to be some sort of engineering savant--shade goes up without a hitch in 10 minutes flat. Trouble only comes when tear strip of paper around roll off and pull on chain to bring shade down. Even fully extended, shade is a good 13 inches short of sill. Am very angry at online shade manufacturer. (Shades naturally not made online.) Look at confirmation email from company which hope will prove that a mistake has been made. Discover that a mistake has been made, and that the mistake is mine as apparently typed in 36 inches instead of 66. Finding blame with others much more satisfying than finding blame with self, but engage in out of long term habit.