it was a good rant.
i got the bedroom and bathroom straightened and cleaned. clothes all put away. tonight is kitchen and living room.
sooooooo much lager hair everywhere.
Afternoon all. In Flam, Norway which has all of 400 people and just had 4,500 cruise passengers dumped on them. Took a long walk which included a hike to a waterfall that was almost worth the effort. Lots and lots of stone steps and took about 25 minutes to climb. Then rode the Flam railway which had even more spectacular scenery (Google it to see what I mean). Will head out in a bit to watch our departure though the fjords.
Have scanned all but absorbed little (think I am catching a cold), but ((hugs)) to flyboy and best to all y’all, will try to get some pictures posted on the Book of Faces later, li really is a beautiful country.
Napped a bit, but I’m not emotionally ready to be vertical yet.
{ *rolls over, turns on “sleep stories” and yawns mightily }
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I think I slept well last night, but for some reason I’m feeling kind of blah today: my eyes are a little red/sore, and I’m just a touch sinus-y and vaguely headache-y. I took some Tylenol a little while ago; hopefully it will kick in soon.
Thankfully it’s been a relatively quiet day, but I was just asked if I can work on a proposal (part time) for the next few days. They need help with resumes, which is one of my least favorite proposal sections, and normally I would have said no but strategically it’s good for me to help with this one. So I will – I have a 12:30 meeting where I’ll get details – but meh. 
It’s currently 95°F with a heat index of 104, and it’s supposed hit 98 later (I think the expected heat index is 108). There’s a garage behind my office building, and today I finally remembered to use it: I parked on the lowest level, in the hopes that it might be even 1-2° cooler than the other levels at the end of the day. There’s a high chance of heavy thunderstorms right around rush hour, and I had enough of that fun driving home on Thursday, so I plan to ask my boss if I can leave early and finish the day from home.
Tomorrow should be the last day of the heat wave…yay! 
It happened while she was sleeping: she wasn’t even aware of it until my cleaning around her woke her up. My sweet girl has very little muscle control back there in her sleep these days.
I collect spores, molds, and fungus.
(Oops, wrong movie!!)
I tend to agree with you, FWIW.
Eww!
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I need to remember that for the next time I oversleep… 
Our expected high today is 62°. The HVAC guys are in the attic.
We usually bury ours in the woods.
Best to dessicate them first.
Maybe I’ll go to Trader Joe’s later.
Raining at a good clip today. I think they forecast a couple of inches. The road crew outside our building put in some overtime last night and were here early this morning filling up some of their excavations so they won’t have giant lakes to deal with. There’s a backhoe still out there trying to stem the flood, but there is a river flowing down the street at this point.
There’s also a major traffic jam on the street that gets all the diverted traffic from the one under construction. I’m assuming either an accident further down, or a DOA car on the street.
We’ve got containers at the ready to fill up tonight, since the water is going to be shut off all day tomorrow. Also running the dishwasher. At least we got some warning.
Trash and recycling has been trashed and recycled. We went by the boat to pick up FCD’s tools (he was too tahred after working there yesterday.) We’ve lunched. I still need to rollsuck and do the last bit of whackage. And I don’t know what supper will be. Gotta find out if Casey will be here or not - Daughter may feed her tonight.
But now, a wee bit of chillage.
I gotta say that if one has to work in an attic, that’s sure the kind of day to do it on. Even better if it’s overcast.
I was loading one of the easier sets on the 300 today. Because it must have been close to 100 in the building. I got my dirty clothes hanging up to dry, because I was soaked in sweat. At least it’s supposed to get down to the low 90s by Friday. But I;m clean and cool, Spot and I have had our dry, flavorless bits and it’s naptime.
Bet you crossed the streams, too.
I wish people were like glowsticks. Just snap them, then shake them till the light comes on.
But can you pick your relative’s nose? 
It’s from putting an infinite number of typewriters in front of an infinite number of monkeys.
That’s why I have Spot. He’ll just eat me when the time comes.
[Doctor Who]Are you my mummy?[/Doctor Who]
The worst is the mid shower emergency building water shut off.
I‘ll have to ask my mom if she remembers ever seeing a chocolate cream horn. I would anyway choose the vanilla one, because that’s what I‘m used to.
Earlier today I was thinking about visiting Salzburg which is where I had the best cream horn since Rike‘s (SW Ohio) closed. I might just interpret this as a sign.
I think there are some people who ran out of glow.
Finished reading one book that my mom left behind and then read a second book I found on the shelf. No idea where it came from and my mom says it’s not from them.
Wanted to buy a soaker hose, but the store near work stopped selling garden supplies, which is a bit inconvenient.
Might need to investigate getting an irrigation system, as the number of hot, dry days keeps increasing.
For those suffering from the heat, may your AC and fans keep running.
Dang, I crashed OUT.
The sidewalks, etc. are already totally dry - you’d never know it rained this morning.
… gonna be hyoomid. Sigh.
Overcast and windy, an attic-worker’s paradise.
In theory, the HVAC is fixed. I’ll know better after a day. My lovely wife will rollsuck for stray bits of insulation on the stairs.
Well, the dude they hired to fix the bathroom drain issue showed up. He was able to snake the drain, but he forgot to bring towels. So I gave him a stack of rather expensive microfiber cloths to sop up the water. He proceeded to also use them to wipe the glue joints for the new P-trap, which means they are now trash. At least I didn’t give him a bath towel like he first asked for. Then he discovered that the P-trap had a hole in it, so had to go back to his shop (wherever that is) to get another. And oh, he also didn’t have a bucket to catch any drips, so I had to provide that, as well. At this point, I’m thinking of billing management for my micro cloths, as they were NOT cheap. What kind of plumber doesn’t have rags?
The kind cheap & clueless enough for your building management to have hired him. Sigh.
I saw a lot of that kind of stuff running the condo. We hired licensed skilled people from reputable companies. The residents tended to hire the worst of the worst. Why? They were cheapest and that’s the only measure of merit the residents understood.
We often had to fix the stuff they did to our systems. Residents hated paying those bills, but we had them by the short hairs.
I scored a beautiful pair of vintage diamond back rattlesnake skin boots at an estate sale last weekend:
not bad for $50.00
The parking garage’s lowest level did, in fact, help considerably with the temperature of the car when I left the office (shortly after 1pm). I shall park there again…possibly for the rest of the summer. 
Now that I’m home, the evening storm chances are quickly dwindling. Actually the timing just moved up, from ~5pm to right about now (3:35-ish). At the moment the sun is still mostly out, but a little while ago I heard two loud thunder crashes and the wind is picking up; it definitely seems like just a matter of time.
No matter what happens/doesn’t happen weather-wise, I’m still glad I left the office early: a 4:30 meeting got added to my calendar, and now I’ll already be home when it’s over.
Now that I’m home, I can share a picture! My newest Lego set got delivered yesterday (the Sandersons’ Sisters cottage from Hocus Pocus; I won’t put it together until October), and with it came a cool little “gift with purchase”: a tribute to Jane Austen’s books, which didn’t take long to assemble last night.
It’s shorter than a cell phone, and only a little bit wider.
Property managers always go cheap first. In fact, there’s a New Yorker cartoon about it:
I hire my own repair folks whenever possible: as long as the cost isn’t significant, I’d rather pay to have the problem fixed correctly and quickly. Just like when I paid to have my storm door installed.
wow! those are glorious.
Well, he finally got everything put back together, ran some water, and. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .the sink is still backed up. He’s coming back tomorrow with a bigger pipe snake, but he told me that if that doesn’t solve the problem, they’ll have to tear into the walls to follow the pipe. Fuck me. I told him that when he comes to bring his own rags and that he owes me for the ruined microfiber cloths.