Happy Moonday!
We had a sprinkling of snow this morning. I was looking forward to seeing the GR reaction to snow, but other than a little hesitation to step on the white stuff, there was no reaction.
One of them, we suspect Misiu, chewed one of the legs of my new dining table, and my old kitchen table, and a small wicker table. He should be past the chewing stage. I’m too tired to be angry, just disappointed.
We can turn the damaged legs to the back.
We took them in to be weighed today. They needed HeartGuard and NextGuard and we wanted to get the correct dosage. Misiu is 56 pounds and Rayleigh is 52 pounds.
Neutering can wait until next year sometime. I have too much to do now.
We are supposed to close on the old house on the 28th.
Supposed to.
We had to make a few repairs. I replaced a bunch of plumbing - $8000+. The termite inspector found carpenter bees. I personally think it’s bullshit, but at least not so expensive. Then the inspector found the tiniest bit of mold, like the size of a quarter in the back closet. I think it’s from when the roof leaked a little last year. He says the problem that caused the mold is gone, however it is going to cost me $2500 to remove the mold. They wanted me to get several procedures done to the tune of $6000, but I said no to that. They are going to tear out the drywall to treat the walls, and then I have to find somebody else to put the drywall back.
The woman from Albania called me and we met up at the park a few times.
She was born at home during the war, as it wasn’t safe to go to the hospital. She and her family came to the US as refugees when she was five.
I feel bad for her as she is homeless right now. She wanted to stay at my house but I am not comfortable with letting someone I barely know stay here. I ordered and paid for dinner for her to pick up at a local Dominoes. The sad part about her being homeless is that her family is Muslim. She can stay with some of them, but her dog cannot. Angels won’t enter a house with a dog in it. If she leaves her dog in the car, he barks all night.
She converted to Christianity, and she said it was like breaking out of prison.
I found a home for all my old albums. I don’t know why they are so important to me. I haven’t had a turntable in years. One of the guys my son irks with is into vinyl, so I am giving them to him. I told him some of my stuff is over 50 years old and started naming a few of the bands and his eyes lit up. It sounds stupid I know, but I want them to have a good home.
I’ll pack them up tomorrow and take them when I take my son to irk.
I have to get a new phone and I don’t want to. My phone is acting up too much. I get text messages hours after they were sent. Phone calls aren’t coming through. One night it took my son 57 calls and almost an hour to wake me to come get him because the ringer doesn’t always irk. Today it disconnected from the network and I couldn’t receive or make calls or texts. Then it started irking again.
I don’t want to get a new phone. I like the one I have.
I have options and could get one for free, but I really don’t want to change.
This house is still a mess. Little by little I’m getting stuff done.
My son finally moved a bunch of boxes from in front of my closet and I thought good, I can finally get in there and arrange my clothes, only to find out the clothes rod is too high.
I bought one of those hangers that hang from the existing rod and can double your space.
I need my son to install if for me, then I can get stuff straightened out.
He hangs clothes all willy-nilly. There will be a dress, then a jacket, the a few t-shirts, then another dress, a winter coat, a sweatshirt, a hoody.
That doesn’t irk for me.
My garage door doesn’t like irking on rainy days. I’m not sure what the problem is, but the door tries to come down at an angle and won’t close.
No malls for me. When I was younger, I loved the malls at Christmas time. Christmas didn’t feel like Christmas if I didn’t get caught up in all the crowds while shopping.
Now, if I can’t get it from da jungle, I don’t need it.
Except I did get my nieces a PieCaken from Goldbelly this year.
Chocolate pecan pie, topped with cherry swirl cheesecake, topped with red velvet cake. Buttercream icing in between the layers and on top.
They want me to come for Christmas. I don’t know. If they lived 5 minutes away, but they don’t. I don’t know if my back can handle the drive, and I don’t think I should make the drive while taking pain killers. It’s one thing to drive 5-10 minutes around town, quite another to drive one and half+ hours on Rt 70.
Lucy is adorable, Yankers. She looks very impish though.