|And so it goes
||[Oct. 25th, 2011|03:58 pm]
I have several posts started, but they’re all these introspective, navel-gazing kind of posts, which just sound so self-indulgent. Blecch, bore. |
I want to be entertaining, but it’s just feeling like a stretch. My head is filled with a lot right now. Yes, they’ve started working on the roof of the addition. Yes, they’ve found all sorts of interesting crap that needs to be addressed, some structural rot, a marked lack of an actual roof ridge…things that have resulted in delays and extra expenses. I expected some of course – when someone gives me an estimate and a description of what the job will require – I always shake my head and add another 25%, because they clearly are gravely underestimating the underlying incompetent expletive-ery that has come before them.
And the Saturn’s fuel pump died – after 180K+ miles, it’s hard to feel bitchy about that, but of course, that puts me in the “is it worth it to dump a large chunk of change into a 180K+ mileage car” barrel, but since that barrel is currently rolling down the “have to have a second car and am not willing to drain the emergency funds to get another one” hill, so I decided to stay in the barrel and hope that I don’t smack into the tree of “whoops, there goes the transmission!”. Oh, hey, and the first fuel pump they installed was faulty so they have to do it again. Two days of only having one car for two people, headed in completely opposite directions.
Plus, my phone went blue screen of death on me over the weekend. And my Yankee soul, having looked at replacements on the Verizon Wireless site and picked one out, went into the store only to find out it was going to cost me an extra $30 to have TODAY from the store, as opposed to two days from now ordering online, and refused to pay the $30 immediate gratification fee. So, I’ve been duly punished by now having tried two days in a row to order online, and having some critical fail in the process and will drag my shamefaced self in to get the blasted thing in person. Maybe. Because there are discounts online that don’t apply in the store. But they’re having trouble with their online systems. So says the “Chat Online Person” So I should call in. But when I call in…Verizon: Compared to Comcast, we suck a tiny bit less. Compared to ripping off your own arm and beating yourself to death with it, okay, THAT comes out a little bit ahead of us.
Work is insane. Trapped in a sack with three angry ferrets insane. Enough said. I have Friday and Monday off, which will make it worse, but hey, when you’re in a sack with three pissed off ferrets…what’s one more?
On the not-a-world-of-suck side, the housing inspector arrived at the house today and seems pleased with the work. One less person up my grill. The sprained knee is healing quickly and is becoming slightly less painful than the permanently bad knee. The knee brace really helped over this past weekend and will help ensure I don’t set myself back with Scary Perry. The cat bites and scratches are healing quickly, and Plantago poultices get all of the credit. Do yourself a favor and familiarize yourself with this weed. Clean the leaf, crush it along the ribs a bit, bunch it up, put it over the wound, cover it with saran wrap, or use a bandaid. Change it after a couple of hours. Draws out infections of all kinds. It comes in lanceolate or major, I prefer the lanceolate/ribwort variety, but in a pinch, whichever you can find is the best one. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ribwort_600.jpg
So, that’s not very funny. But it’s what I’ve got.
A reminder: Scary Perry is on Monday, Halloween night. If you’ve come before, you’re welcome again. It’s not an invitation thing. But if you live locally and want more info or need a reminder of the logistics, PM me. If you don’t hear from me until after it’s over…well, I’ve got a chicken man and a carnivorous plant to make.