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Life is lumpy, and I should be sleeping
Aug. 7th, 2023 12:38 amSo lumpy. Good news and bad news all coming at once.
The good news is mostly about my house. In particular, all the new neighbors moved in and they all seem A-OK. Unit 2, the renters, were the remaining wild card; it turns out they're an adorable young couple, one working night shift as an emergency/clinical pharmacist and the other attending law school. And they reacted well to our initial reach-out. Unit 1 moved in the next day with a surprisingly small U-Haul and a passel of friends helping them carry stuff, lending credence to the idea that maybe they did not afford that place on their own. There've been a few other clues to that effect. I think they're really house-poor now, or maybe one set of parents bought it for them, or something. Whatever, the guy works at Zillian so we'll probably at least be able to handle things like house painting. In related news, I took all the hazardous/electronic waste over to the city, and this is definitely the cleanest state our basement & back area has ever been in.
The bad news is mostly the squirrel family getting covid. :( On Tuesday everyone over there was tired or symptomatic, but testing negative, so we didn't know; I brought them takeout and then masked up and read the squirrel to sleep (we're moving slowly through An Immense World, which is fun to read out loud and also apparently very soothing). The positive tests started happening on Thursday, so our Saturday date reduced mostly to some outside hangouts and an outdoor dinner. He's testing negative again and I haven't gotten it yet, but his house is still Plague House. As a continued holdout against this disease, I'm starting to feel jealous of people who've gotten it and have proof that they get through it just fine.
I caught up on a lot of budgeting / financial bookkeeping. Including some old stuff like how the hell bug and I are splitting our 2022 tax bill, in the silence of the CPA who was supposed to help us. And I finished up an 8-week session with my Australian coach, leaving me somewhat to my own exercise devices this weekend; that actually brings us to another bit of good news, which is that my hip has recovered enough to pistol squat without pain for the first time in months.
The big work catch-up finally tried to happen this weekend -- no, don't hate me for the weekend work, I had really wanted to do it and then I got a lot of time back from my squirrel date. What else did you expect me to do? The number of emails that I said "ugh, no, can't" to is still too damn high, and I hope I still have momentum tomorrow because people are still asking me for a lot that I don't know how to do.
Parents are somehow in the mix. Mom had a birthday (she's 70) and dad is worrying a lot about a fire less than four miles away from his house. It's true that he might have to evacuate, and that fires in his state have been getting worse and worse.
The good news is mostly about my house. In particular, all the new neighbors moved in and they all seem A-OK. Unit 2, the renters, were the remaining wild card; it turns out they're an adorable young couple, one working night shift as an emergency/clinical pharmacist and the other attending law school. And they reacted well to our initial reach-out. Unit 1 moved in the next day with a surprisingly small U-Haul and a passel of friends helping them carry stuff, lending credence to the idea that maybe they did not afford that place on their own. There've been a few other clues to that effect. I think they're really house-poor now, or maybe one set of parents bought it for them, or something. Whatever, the guy works at Zillian so we'll probably at least be able to handle things like house painting. In related news, I took all the hazardous/electronic waste over to the city, and this is definitely the cleanest state our basement & back area has ever been in.
The bad news is mostly the squirrel family getting covid. :( On Tuesday everyone over there was tired or symptomatic, but testing negative, so we didn't know; I brought them takeout and then masked up and read the squirrel to sleep (we're moving slowly through An Immense World, which is fun to read out loud and also apparently very soothing). The positive tests started happening on Thursday, so our Saturday date reduced mostly to some outside hangouts and an outdoor dinner. He's testing negative again and I haven't gotten it yet, but his house is still Plague House. As a continued holdout against this disease, I'm starting to feel jealous of people who've gotten it and have proof that they get through it just fine.
I caught up on a lot of budgeting / financial bookkeeping. Including some old stuff like how the hell bug and I are splitting our 2022 tax bill, in the silence of the CPA who was supposed to help us. And I finished up an 8-week session with my Australian coach, leaving me somewhat to my own exercise devices this weekend; that actually brings us to another bit of good news, which is that my hip has recovered enough to pistol squat without pain for the first time in months.
The big work catch-up finally tried to happen this weekend -- no, don't hate me for the weekend work, I had really wanted to do it and then I got a lot of time back from my squirrel date. What else did you expect me to do? The number of emails that I said "ugh, no, can't" to is still too damn high, and I hope I still have momentum tomorrow because people are still asking me for a lot that I don't know how to do.
Parents are somehow in the mix. Mom had a birthday (she's 70) and dad is worrying a lot about a fire less than four miles away from his house. It's true that he might have to evacuate, and that fires in his state have been getting worse and worse.
