Month: June 2018
Sometimes, when there’s nothing you can do about the troubles of the world or the terrible sufferings of a friend, you just get busy. The sunroom has been an art room since last year. But I’ve been neglecting art (again) and I’ve missed being able to sit peacefully in the best corner of the house. Keeping grief at bay, I resorted to that time-honored female remedy of cleaning house and shoving furniture around. I recreated the sunroom as my woman cave, while at the same time stripping the kitchen down to clean minimalism. This is where I’ve been most of…
Long day. Long, soggy day. The Wandering Monk and I worked outside in a steady rain for five hours, but it was so very worth it. I now have a back deck — hooray! First (yesterday), he removed the temp porch and steps that had served me very well, but served with extreme ugliness. That revealed even more ugliness, which didn’t bode well. For a change, we lucked out. Nearly all the rot and rubble was on the surface, not under the house. The Monk tore that stuff off, then managed to take just a hair over an hour to…
The Wandering Monk returned yesterday. He (very little me this time, except for doing usual clienty things, both useful and annoying) made enormous progress. The progress was even more remarkable because it involved installing yet another new foundation beam. The monk was tearing off old skirting and general surface rot when I went off to run some errands and meet a friend. When I returned an hour or so later, he’d already jacked up the house, slipped a beam and supports in place, lowered the house again, and started plotting out a deck. Amazing. He happily learned a lot from…
… goes one slightly used (but signed!) tee-shirt. Tonight (you can only imagine the suspense) was The Drawing. Girly hat: Names in girly hat: Winner drawn from girly hat: Congratulations, Jorge. I’ll be in touch about the best way to get that shirt to your part of the world.
Well, this morning I’m off to the doctor, where we shall see what we shall see. I don’t expect to learn much today, but I’ll request that the clinic’s most discerning vampires taste my blood for anomalies. Then we shall see. The trouble will probably lie somewhere between, “It’s all in your head, dimwit” and worst-case. I’m not worried; just glad to be getting this done at last. Have I mentioned I hate doctors? (No offense, Dr. Jim. You’re different.) —– After the appointment, The Wandering Monk will wander by to work with me on a materials list for the…