Oh, dear Lord. This is the first night all week that I’ve been able to just sit down and relax.
So we should be ready to close next week! The mortgage company gave me an unwelcome surprise earlier this week. It seems that the sellers paid the taxes for the year, which means that we have to reimburse them. This boosted the closing costs up to around $1500. This means that we had to verify that we had additional funds. It’s not like I can reach behind me and shit money, y’know?
Irk is going very well. I got my first case today and actually managed to talk to the applicant and send out the records requests. So I will have nothing better to do tomorrow than to make the Six-Hour Afghan with extra-chunky yarn and size 50 needles. Or read Le Morte d’Arthur. Either one.
Dinner is Taco Thursday, which the sprog is preparing. Then I shall change into something a little more comfortable and hit the sack. Ah’s tahred.
The Fellow is out with his buddies, Girl 2.0 is spending the night with a friend, The Boy is at work (because he had an interview this morning, was hired on the spot, came home to get his SS card and birth certificate for the W4 verification, and clocked in at 1pm! Woot!)
So the Littles chose tonight’s menu - grilled cheese sandwiches, fresh “corn on the stick,” carrots and ranch dip, and watermelon. Works for me!
Weekend plans include an engagement party for my brother and his fiancé, and a day trip to my Mom’s on Monday to finish sorting out anything we may want from Grandmother’s house. Home before sunset, though, so I can sedate the idiot dogs before things go boom. Thunder shirts don’t work for them. Benadryl does, but I only use that if I’m home to monitor the mutts.)
Oy! I just packed up the wall pictures from the bedroom and weeded another bag of books out.
Remember when drop boxes for Goodwill, ARC, MADD and the DAV were on the edge of every strip mall? Guess what? They’re not there anymore. Nor is the attended semi trailer in the Lowe’s parking lot. I am going to have to detour to the drive thru drop tomorrow.
Well, that was dumb. My foot was doing much better, and there were whole days when it barely hurt at all. Now I did something to it and it hurts like a motherfucker. If it doesn’t settle down in a day or two, it’s back to the orthopedic urgent care clinic. :mad:
Going up or down the stairs, to or from the fish room, I heard a roar of water.
Fortunately it was not an aquarium, but a split hose on the water heater.
Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) was in the bathtub.
I found a shut off valve, and a hose that was used for the replaced water heater, and made repairs. As I came back to the living room soaking wet and explained what happened to Mrs. Plant, she said, “It’s nice to have you around.”
I called my friend the Plumber at Work, who diagnosed that the pressure regulator valve had failed. There is 80 PSI in the fish room, and 105 PSI at a hydrant near the water meter.
Examining the hose at work, the plumber friend said, “I ain’t never seen one do that.”
The part is $50 to $100 at Home Despot.
I will call the water department tomorrow, and they will mark where the regulator is so that we can dig it up in the Summer brick hard Arkansas dirt.
Oh, Joy.
Comapny never came. I guess the last time he came in, and we had 3 shoplifters handcuffed in pharmacy waiting chairs and being interrogated by the cops may have scared him off permanently. But it’s my Firday, I have beer, and I made red beans and rice with andoullie and chicken for dinner.
You live in smashville ,and you’re pulling for the Wings?:dubious::dubious:
I’m sure Mrs. Plants v1.0 and 2.0 may have said the same thing.
Something’s not adding up with the water pressure. 105 psi outside isn’t extraordinary and 80 psi inside is on the edge of high, but not catastrophic. Back when I lived in a house with fire sprinklers, the sprinklers and outside hose bibbs were at 125 psi, and the inside lines were at 70 psi.
I’d more likely blame the hose on the water heater. What kid of hose, anyway? Normally, a heater is connected with hard pipe or flexible metal lines. Not hoses.
Tonight’s adventure was a Sam’s Club run. Ooh. Ahh.
Morning, mumpers! So pleased to see Friday at last, it’s been a long week and not without it’s trials. At least the weekend is just over the horizon - I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow which is overdue as my hair’s hanging in my eyes and I feel like a shaggy dog.
No plans for the weekend other than errands on Saturday, the gym once at least (maybe twice), and on Sunday I need to sort out some veggies as I’ve got a large pack of kale that I need to use up. And an aubergine.
Oh well, in between there’s tea to drink and stuff to do that I allegedly get paid for.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN. ‘Tis 71 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a high of 88 for the day, cloudy and a chance of rain. We shall see. As soon as it’s daylight enough I shall fire up the smoker for ribs ‘n chikin. Other plans include some laundry and at some point goin’ to get ice over to the church house. Whilst I am there, I shall make sweet and unsweet tea as Sunday is brunch Sunday and I am in charge of makin’ iced tea this time around. Lucky me.
To all the Canadian Mumpers…
HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!
OK, I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, onward into the day!
I’m guessing that some of the people hired by WaWa to work in their food-makin’ section have never had a bagel with cream cheese. I swear, the girl this morning put the equivalent of a brick of Philly on my bagel. On the first bite, it was squooshing out from all sides! What a mess!! But I guess that’s better than the guy who put the thinnest possible coating on a bagel. Heck of a way to start the day.
I guess a lot of folks are taking today off to make a loooooooong weekend - there was almost no traffic. So that was nice. I could say it got me a better parking space, but I get here so early, I have my pick of the lot! Now, I just need to make it till 3:30.
Big excitement for the weekend will include laundry, mowage, cleaning up my studio, and a trip to the convenience center with all our trash and recycling. Good times! Always exciting at FairyChatEstates!
I’m having one of those mornings where I can’t remember why I do this when my bed is so nice and comfy. But I have made it to work. Alas, I have to close tonight, so I’m staying an hour later and I’m already upset about it. Due to the holiday, I probably would have gotten out early. But that’s not gonna happen.
Last night I had many friends over to finally sit down and watch the GoT finale. One friend has to bring his dog with him, but Wallace doesn’t like other dogs, so we have to hide her in the garage so Wallace doesn’t notice. Last night there was a containment issue, and poor Suki almost ended up as a snack. Seriously, Wallace does NOT like other dogs. Except Winchester. Everybody loves Winchester.
Today is already looking to be quite boring with little islands of severe annoyance.
Drae, Gordie has trouble getting along with other dogs ,too. When I moved in with the one roommate, we had to use cages ,muzzles, and choke collars till they go used to each other. It was like “Fifty Shades of Stray”
Wallace never had a single problem with Winchester. We considered a muzzle once (in order to introduce him to a friend’s dog), but when we tried to put it on him he cowered and cried and peed and then *I *cried for 20 minutes because somebody had hurt and terrified him so badly before he came to us. (Side note, that also happened the first time I ever tried to brush him, and once when I lightly slapped him on the side with the mail I had just picked up in a “come on, boy” manner. Dog made me cry a lot in the first year.)
I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen when Winchester is gone (which hopefully won’t be for many more years, but realistically, probably five years, max). Wallace loses his shit if we take Winchester to the vet and leave him at home. I’m hoping that by the time Winchester leaves us, Wallace has most of his teenage asshole-ness behind him and has mellowed into a chiller dog.
Smokeage has commenced. Actually it commenced about an hour and forty-five minutes ago. I have also hung the new shades on the back porch, thrown the old ones on the back of twuck (landfill here I come at some point), cleaned out the pans that had the meat in ‘em, and purtified. Go Me! Now it’s sit around and wait on the smoker to finish doin’ it’s thang.
I had a cocker spaniel (Jake). A friend of mine had a poodle named Pepper. Jake and Pepper got along with each other except for one thing. Jake would not allow me to pet Pepper and Pepper would no allow Jim to pet Jake. Seriously, I could reach down to pet Pepper and Jake would break his neck to get between us and Pepper would do the same if Jim tried to pet Jake. They shared food, water, toys, and even beds but drew the line at the pettin’ thing. They were so funny to watch when that happened. What they would do is push our hands away and then jump up in our laps as if to say, “NO! You pet me and only me!”
It’s going to be a long day today at irk. We’re allotted two days to do about an hour’s worth of work because it takes us longer, or something. So I’m sitting on my ass with an open binder, trying to look busy. Meanwhile, my foot feels like hell and I want to go to the orthopedist, even though there may be nothing he can do for me. Blurf.
The pressure regulator has failed. When we find out where it is, we will replace it.
It is a very thick hose for the inlet to the water heater. The replacement is flexible metal mesh.
But it’s my Firday, I have beer, and I made red beans and rice with andoullie and chicken for dinner.
