At 7 am this morning a three-man crew began painting the interior of my house.  Mom and I sat on the patio from then until 12:15.  She was perfectly content sitting in the shade with a fan blowing on her.  I was so hot and sweaty I spent some time in my car with the a/c running.

When we got home after lunch I became absolutely apoplectic.  Only four pieces of furniture were even close to being returned to their proper place.  That wasn't the worst of it.  When they arrived in the morning, I apologized for not having had enough time to take the hangars/nails out of the walls.  "No problem," I was told.  One would assume that meant they would be pulled.  Nope.  They painted over them.  So unless I keep hang things in the exact same positions, I will be leaving holes in the already painted walls.  On top of that, some, because of the paint, are not usable.  But I can't stop there.  Each and every one of my window blinds have been re-hung incorrectly.  They left a space on the top of the valences and the window is visible on top.  Paint ended up on the (rented) oxygen concentrator in the bathroom...which was a room not to be painted.  So other than being apoplectic, I feel sick to my stomach.  They will be back first thing in the morning so the list of screw ups (paint streaks all over the screen door) will be looong.