Well, here I am again with my second blog post as I am preparing to seek a home-mate to share my great ark of a house. Currently, I am waiting for the contractor to come and create a bed-sit in the mostly unfinished bedroom that was my daughter’s room since 1986. That’s when I took up residence here with Tony, before we married in 1987. Two years ago, I had to put him, and his dementia, in the nursing home. They take good care of Tony and keep him safe and warm.
Right now today I am also waiting for the oil delivery guy to show up. He’s usually early so I haven’t let Rocky the dog out of his crate yet. He’s not complaining too loudly yet and he’ll usually let me know if he REALLY has to pee, so we wait. If Rocky didn’t seriously hate 50% of the population I’d let him out and let him have his breakfast and pee, yada yada. But he will bite a man, especially one wearing a hat, and anybody NOT wearing a hat today is crazy.
It’s a cold morning.
It was minus one degrees when I came downstairs at 6:30 this morning. Thank God the sun is out now, and the wind is promising to come around out of the southwest, and the temps are promising to rise into the 30’s. It’s likely to be summer by this afternoon…
That’s a slight exaggeration I reckon, but my contractor said he thought he’d be here to work yesterday and he’s still not here. And I have to call the water guy to come and do the nearly 10 thousand dollars in rust removal, pH adjustment, and leakage repair on the incoming well water pipe. So, I’m glad I went to the “family bank” and got a loan! I’ve given the $$$ to my financial advisor and so on and so on.
Now the oil guy has come and gone, Rocky is out and I can go get dressed and prepare to face the day… at 10 am! I am in a “hurry up and wait” state. And 600 dollars poorer from the oil delivery.
For the renovations, I have the money, I have the time – but no one else is ready!! And the water people are ridiculous. They are located in Manchester, VT and that is NOT Vermont! I had a friend of a friend tell me once that he lived in Vermont and I asked “What town?” and he said “Manchester.” I burst out laughing and told him “That is not Vermont. It is NYC! Everything costs double or more there than anywhere else in Vermont.” And water work is the same. Outrageous!!!
I hope that my contractor is ready to go next week, my handyman is good to go, and the water guy is ready. Cause Lord knows I am!!
I need to clean the fridge and both freezers, put the clothes in the dryer, and I just told my sister that she needs to retire. She just spent the frigid weekend feeding and pooping dogs. And then she reclined on the couch and passed out so she forgot to Zoom with me. I warned her (or at least I think I warned her) that every year after 70 is the same as a decade. And that every bone she broke would come back screaming at her. Ah well, that’s life. And better than the alternative.
I’ll be back with more to report to the blogosphere once some contractor arrives. Somebody. Anybody!
Read Ellen’s first post The Time Has Come to Share My House.
And here’s another post you’ll find interesting: I’m Not Ready Yet to Share Housing.