I hadn’t gotten an update from Roadrunner Freight in hours, so I finally, at 2pm on the day (today) it’s supposed to be delivered, and that I have crew (Tim) to help— called Roadrunner. Well, Rocket Rangers, it was interlined. Translation: Roadrunner doesn’t have a freight office here for regular trucks, only car-haulers. So they interlined it to Diamond Freight at Bolingbrook IL, and Diamond, who services both Bolingbrook and Spokane, will be getting it here Friday, but because I’m residential, it won’t be delivered until Monday.

UPDATE: I located it via Diamond Lines, which is not Diamond Freight, both with offices in Spokane. It may get here tomorrow, and if so, may be delivered Friday, when I don’t have crew (Tim), and can’t be delivered to the front because we have 3 steps. We may be able to get it to our driveway, but this means we have to break down or move the greenhouse so we can open the back fence to let it in, and then we have to get the 150 pound glass part either up four steps into the house and through the (not real large) kitchen to the living room, or we have to put it on a dolly and get it 300 feet up the busy arterial we live on, around the corner, up the curb, up 3 steps in the sidewalk, and up to our porch steps, 4 more; and through the front door, which is the requisite 32 inches wide, plus some. We’re not sure about the back door. And we have to find out whether our crew (Tim) can help us on Friday.

I’m going to have an apoplexy yet.

UPDATE OF THE UPDATE: none of the back doors are large enough. Only the front door can accommodate the tank package. That means we are going to have to have them deliver it to the strip of public walk below the retaining wall, below our steps, and we have to unpack the pallet there. Now, if the 150 pound glass tank is sitting atop the 65 pound base, we will have to get help somewhere to carry the tank up 2 flights of steps and inside and set it back on the base. We know we can manage the 20 pound canopy. But the rest of it—we’re in an increasingly large fix. And we can’t call in favors, because we have only the hint that it will arrive on Friday, but no assurances. And the only joy in this situation is that rain is NOT forecast for Friday.
I may spend the day out there sitting on the roadside hoping one of our friends can help.