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The last thing I wrote about here was the idea of us having too many spoons. Well, for me, this daily reporting had become one of them. More like several of them. Too much else to do, to say, to think, to plan without constantly looking back.
So I'm not giving this up, but the daily routine is going to move on without it being a mandatory part of it.
There's been a lot of clanking in the silverware drawer this past week. Some good, some bad, some both at the same time. The latter, largely, is how I'd sum up the renovation work: the parade of outside contractors through the house is almost done. Last Monday, they did the insulation and weatherstripping. Then, Wednesday, they replaced a number of ratty old windows (mousy, more like it, since Ignatz and Mickey had taken up residence in two of them) with much more efficient and light-giving glass block jobs. Also, without telling Eleanor, the Wednesday guy fixed the connection venting the dryer through one of the older glass block windows- a "fix" she spent a good part of Monday working on herself and wound up being a wasted effort. There's one bit of cleanup still to be done, and some money is being held back until they do it, but having it done is a good thing. There's still DIY work to be done in the bathroom, which has progressed slowly but surely, but having the outside-our-control part is goodly bigly.
Less good is the effect it had on the dog. Pepper still has issues with people other than us. It must date to her pre-rescue life. She never goes after anyone, and most times a single visitor will wind up getting sniffs and smooches, but having five guys in Ghostbusters suits, with heavy equipment and loud noises, took a toll on her. At one point last Monday, Eleanor was sweeping and got a broom too close to the dog, and she freaked. We suspect one may have been used on her in an unkind way at some point in her past. She didn't eat for much of last week, spent time throwing up in various spots, and seemed listless and more clingy than usual. It's taken a week, and some special diet of chicken and rice, but she seems to have gotten more or less back to normal. Still, the preparation and dispensing of this new stuff is adding another spoon to our own routines.
Then there was my own good news/bad news combo. My new office printer arrived last Monday, and by the end of a long day it was connected to everything it had to be. That got us to bringing the old one home; it still works, but it's a toner hog and the shit's expensive. By the end of last Monday, I had only the energy to haul it into the garage. I then decided, bright and early last Tuesday before another expected long day, to bring it in and set it up. It took until this weekend to get it communicating with this computer at all, and it still won't work on the home wifi. I worked out a fix using our cable modem/router that at least allowed me to give the thing its new IP address and connect it to this laptop when hardwired to the router. Unfortunately, moving the box this far from the middle of the house ruins our wifi reception for internet and the smart tv in the living room. I have one DIY experiment to go, and then I'm surrendering to paid tech support to get the wifi we've got to talk to thehand printer.
I should never have undertaken the beginning of this tech project when I did, and we had a bad day on account of it. Ultimately, though, it led to some better understandings and sources of progress. There have still been bumps with all the clanking of spoons, but I'd say we're in a much better place than we were a week ago.
And maybe, one big spoon got removed. I left work a little early yesterday for various errands, and noticed that my car's dreaded check engine light, which lit up on me two weeks ago, had gone back out on its own. I'm strongly considering getting the car inspected as soon as the calendar turns October; it's two months earlier than needed, but if the thing pops again, I won't have to deal with that repair until a year from now when the car will finally be paid for.
Other than all of that, lots of nothing to report. No poetry last Wednesday, no writers group last Saturday. Our anniversary Sunday was homebound and low key. The Mets were finally put out of their post-season misery a couple of days ago, the Bills played their best game in ages on Sunday, and Gods help us the hockey preseason starts tonight.
Russell T. Davies is returning to helm the season-after-this of Doctor Who, we're progressing with Only Murders and Miracle Workers, and the Sopranos prequel that drops this weekend sounds really well done; James Gandolfini's son plays a previous-generation version of Tony in it. Hopefully no ducks will be whacked at Holsten's.
Not sure when I will return here, but I promise it will be with Something.
The last thing I wrote about here was the idea of us having too many spoons. Well, for me, this daily reporting had become one of them. More like several of them. Too much else to do, to say, to think, to plan without constantly looking back.
So I'm not giving this up, but the daily routine is going to move on without it being a mandatory part of it.
There's been a lot of clanking in the silverware drawer this past week. Some good, some bad, some both at the same time. The latter, largely, is how I'd sum up the renovation work: the parade of outside contractors through the house is almost done. Last Monday, they did the insulation and weatherstripping. Then, Wednesday, they replaced a number of ratty old windows (mousy, more like it, since Ignatz and Mickey had taken up residence in two of them) with much more efficient and light-giving glass block jobs. Also, without telling Eleanor, the Wednesday guy fixed the connection venting the dryer through one of the older glass block windows- a "fix" she spent a good part of Monday working on herself and wound up being a wasted effort. There's one bit of cleanup still to be done, and some money is being held back until they do it, but having it done is a good thing. There's still DIY work to be done in the bathroom, which has progressed slowly but surely, but having the outside-our-control part is goodly bigly.
Less good is the effect it had on the dog. Pepper still has issues with people other than us. It must date to her pre-rescue life. She never goes after anyone, and most times a single visitor will wind up getting sniffs and smooches, but having five guys in Ghostbusters suits, with heavy equipment and loud noises, took a toll on her. At one point last Monday, Eleanor was sweeping and got a broom too close to the dog, and she freaked. We suspect one may have been used on her in an unkind way at some point in her past. She didn't eat for much of last week, spent time throwing up in various spots, and seemed listless and more clingy than usual. It's taken a week, and some special diet of chicken and rice, but she seems to have gotten more or less back to normal. Still, the preparation and dispensing of this new stuff is adding another spoon to our own routines.
Then there was my own good news/bad news combo. My new office printer arrived last Monday, and by the end of a long day it was connected to everything it had to be. That got us to bringing the old one home; it still works, but it's a toner hog and the shit's expensive. By the end of last Monday, I had only the energy to haul it into the garage. I then decided, bright and early last Tuesday before another expected long day, to bring it in and set it up. It took until this weekend to get it communicating with this computer at all, and it still won't work on the home wifi. I worked out a fix using our cable modem/router that at least allowed me to give the thing its new IP address and connect it to this laptop when hardwired to the router. Unfortunately, moving the box this far from the middle of the house ruins our wifi reception for internet and the smart tv in the living room. I have one DIY experiment to go, and then I'm surrendering to paid tech support to get the wifi we've got to talk to the
I should never have undertaken the beginning of this tech project when I did, and we had a bad day on account of it. Ultimately, though, it led to some better understandings and sources of progress. There have still been bumps with all the clanking of spoons, but I'd say we're in a much better place than we were a week ago.
And maybe, one big spoon got removed. I left work a little early yesterday for various errands, and noticed that my car's dreaded check engine light, which lit up on me two weeks ago, had gone back out on its own. I'm strongly considering getting the car inspected as soon as the calendar turns October; it's two months earlier than needed, but if the thing pops again, I won't have to deal with that repair until a year from now when the car will finally be paid for.
Other than all of that, lots of nothing to report. No poetry last Wednesday, no writers group last Saturday. Our anniversary Sunday was homebound and low key. The Mets were finally put out of their post-season misery a couple of days ago, the Bills played their best game in ages on Sunday, and Gods help us the hockey preseason starts tonight.
Russell T. Davies is returning to helm the season-after-this of Doctor Who, we're progressing with Only Murders and Miracle Workers, and the Sopranos prequel that drops this weekend sounds really well done; James Gandolfini's son plays a previous-generation version of Tony in it. Hopefully no ducks will be whacked at Holsten's.
Not sure when I will return here, but I promise it will be with Something.
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Date: 2021-09-29 04:15 am (UTC)Here's to hoping the fall and winter are kind to you and yours. We could all use a break.
Good to read you, again!
Date: 2021-09-30 10:34 am (UTC)Sorry to hear about Pepper's distress...dogs can be very sensitive to disruptions in routine. She's lucky to have parents who notice and adapt.
Hang in there! Busy always passes.