Where to start?
My fingers seem to be truly shorter. Makes sense, as they’ve been worked to the bone with all of this overtime. I’m just hoping there’s something left over to make it worthwhile after the IRS gets their mitts on my paychecks. Think I rang up something like 14 hours the week before last, 11 hours last week and six hours this week, not counting any double-time hours that I work on Thanksgiving.
The Dickens Christmas Fair opens this week. Sadly, we’ll only be there for this one weekend as next Monday is Epoxy The Locks and Leave Day.
No, we’re not planning to disable the locks when we leave, but the bank’s antics have made it very tempting. We got a gaggle of notices in the mail that the house will be auctioned off to the highest bidder on the courthouse steps in two weeks. :eek: Our attorney says they can’t do that, so she called them and set them straight. They have to wait until somewhere in February.
Really makes no difference to us - whether we mail the keys to the bank after we leave, or if we just wait for them to take the house, we’ll be gone and our credit files are shot to hell anyway.
It’s just a shame that gardener was clumsy and managed to cut the sprinkler valve wiring with their weedwhacker. On all the valves, and even in the underground valve box. :dubious: And… What dishwasher? To use the terminology of the server administrators, some of the upgrades we’ve made to the house have been backed out. Nothing horrible or dramatic like ripping out the carpeting, but the outdoor panel I installed to power a hot tub is gone, a grid of holes is all that remains after shelving has been taken down from the office, and all of the LAN stuff will be removed for re-use at our new home. Those RJ-45 jacks are expensive!
On a much happier (and somewhat frightening) note, some people in the Carolinas want us to start up an East Coast version of the Dickens Christmas Fair.
When I first found out about this, I turned pale as I know the herculean efforts needed to mount a 360-degree immersive theatrical experience. My mind was reeling with thoughts of “We’re going to need a gigantic empty building! We need insurance! We need a surprising amount of electricity! We need actors! Dancers! Singers! Set builders! People who know how to herd cats!” and on and on.
I also realized that we need at a very minimum, tolerance from the people who produce the Dickens Christmas Fair. Last thing we’d need is a cease and desist letter in November citing trademark infringement or whatever. So, we talked to the DCF people. They’ll not only tolerate our efforts, THEY WILL HELP US! So long as we abide by their specifications, they’re willing to lend their name and sort of co-produce the event. No problem there! We’ve been DCF participants long enough to know what the vision is and to embrace it as our own. So now, Step One is to get financial backing. Great heaps of it. Anyone want to underwrite us?