Some of you may wonder where I've been or if I've just been busy. I have, but, mostly, the pain took me. Those of you who suffer pain know what I'm saying. I finally got all moved, the inside anyhow, except for a few items that my cousin will put in my garage. I did it all myself and hurt myself. I am not supposed to be doing things like that or lifting, but, I had no one else and I figured I'd heal. But, each time I hurt myself now, it takes a toll on my body. I am not walking well and lost my whole right side for several days. I'd better start taking this shit seriously if I want to live long enough to raise this child. Besides, the pain is unbearable. My bones burn.
So, the depressing onset of Winter is here, I am still unorganized and unable to do much, it's depressing. It will pass, I assume. The Cats seem happy, they have found their places. Ouija stays here, he is loyal. Indie stays at my mom's during the day and comes home at night. In all fairness, she won't let him out until night. She wants him, but, she can't have him. I think Casey is going to give the Rats a home, which is good for everybody. Tooney has settled into the wild life, he still wakes me up for hand outs, mostly treats. He's only eaten one meal here this week, so he must be feeding himself. The Judge has found me, that giant possum. He eats on the front porch around 9 pm. Tame enough now, to give him a pat on the head. He loves Pizza. I haven't seen the other two Coons, but, I assume they know where I am. It's hibernation time for Raccoons. They won't come out in the cold and prefer to sleep. I think Tooney does that a lot too. He always did love to sleep. So, basically, the animals are all happy and normal and that, at least, makes me feel alright. I am feeding a few on the back deck too, but, I haven't got a handle on them yet, they may be the missing Coons. One thing's for sure, I don't need a garbage disposal.
This place is still quiet and peaceful to the mind. It is a welcome rest from that other house where I had been unknowingly on guard for seven long years. I don't think anyone should move in there, personally, I think she should close it up and use it for storage. But, it's not my business anymore. What have you guys been up to? What have I missed?
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Hey, Pat!
I was concerned, and it seems it was with good reason. Losing your right side? ?? Now you are truly scaring me. Please take it easy and take care of yourself.
I am very glad that you are moved. As long as all that is left to do is organization, things are good. The rest can happen piece by piece. Don't worry about that. So, settling into a new place is taking longer than expected. . . So what else is new? That's how it is for most people, most of the time. ,ya know? Not worth causing yourself any more grief or harm. IMHO, anyway.
I will post my goings on in several installments. Blogger has rejected my comments several times due to length, lately. The last time was last night.
Christina
I lose movement periodically. Due to several reasons. I really have to stop trying to work like I'm normal, because, I'm not. Sorry about comments, it does that shit to me too. I've learned to copy it before I hit post, just in case.
I have no clue what the crazy troll is on about. I think if my mother had died, I would have been told. Fuckin' retarded troll.
I was trying not to worry too much and am glad you are mostly moved in. I hope your pain subsides and you find some respite in your lovely new home. Busy times ahead. Marina is at Disneyland today with her Troop. I've always wanted to see it decorated at Christmas. At least she gets to enjoy it.
So, after a lot of pain-in-the-ass issues, I have a new range and washer, as of last Monday.
I planned on replacing the fridge, as it is over 21 years old, and sometimes freezes everything in the fridge, and sometimes not. But, the range died, and after talking it over with repair services, decided it made more sense to buy a new one. Not that I wanted to spend money that way right now, but, oh well. . .
So I bought a new one, and they delivered it as far as the driveway, and got it unwrapped. One guy came inside to check the path to the kitchen, and asked where the plug-in was for the range. I told him I thought it was behind the range. Nope. We saw the cord going through the cabinetry to the right of the range, and he though it wound up behind the dishwasher somewhere. At that point the dishwasher and drain flooded the kitchen. He told me I would need a dedicated outlet for the range before they could set it up in my kitchen. Away went my new range, back to the warehouse.
I mopped up the water in the kitchen with towels, and put them in the washer, which immediately broke.
I got a plumber out here, and he snaked the drain, and it worked great. Draining better than ever.
An electrician came out a few days later, and went to look under the house. I was worried about the wiring and the panel, as this place is old and jerry-rigged everywhere. He came back and said, "Big problem down there. Big. Problem."
I will finish posting later.
Christina
Christina, you made me laugh. I know this is not funny, but at this point, "Big problem down there" seems to be the norm. My heart goes out to you. I get extremely agitated if just one thing happens.
Pat, I'm happy for Tooney, but sorry you are in such pain. I just had some work done on my back and neck. I would be lying if I told you I understood everything they did. For the neck, there was a big hole in my back about the size of an epidurel (sp) needle. The back is better, no stabbing pain, but the broad pain is still there. And I was told that the neck will get better every day. This dr. is young and has offered more help then I've ever gotten before. (Why do older drs. always want to operate?) This guy says there are a lot of things we can try, if this doesn't work. I like having options. It gives me some hope. I had given up for a long time and spent many years in pain. Plus I never had time for this when my husband was sick. So, I'm crossing my fingers.
My nephew sent pics of the snow in Iowa. He's in Burlington, in the southeast corner of the state. It really is beautiful but I don't think I could handle it.
I found an old (1950/60's) aluminum tray in an old barn. It's pitted and looks like it had a reaction to something. It's the kind they used to etch birds and stuff on. Anyone know how to get it cleaned?
So, I went down to stand outside the crawlspace with the electrician, and he pointed out where the large sewage pipe that drains all sewage for the house, was completely rusted out, and there was a large sewage spill under the house. He told me that I would need to have a plumber come out and fix the pipe before he could do anything. I started calling plumbers. Not an easy task to get a plumber out to our place in the afternoon on a Friday, but after calling for an hour and a half, I did get someone to come out. He checked it out, and after attempting to dig out part of the spill, told me that I would need to get a restoration company out to take care of it, as the spill was very large.
I called a restoration company out, and they sprayed the spill, and put an "air scrubber" in my kitchen. It is a very large Hepa filter unit that sounds like a jet engine. It ran from Friday afternoon, 24 hours a day, until Tuesday, mid-morning. The quiet has been deafening, since.
On Saturday, a crew came out and completely dug out the area and disposed of the yuck. They then sprayed it again, and left it to dry.
On Tuesday, the plumber came back out, and changed out that section of pipe, and the restoration company came back out to make sure that there was no fresh spill from handling the pipes.
Then I made an appointment with the electrician to come back out, and they essentially were a no-show. They wanted to schedule me with the same electrician who had been out before, and I didn't like him, and was happy with whomever they said was available. They decided to work that around as the office making a mistake and scheduling me with the wrong person, and persistently wanting me to allow them to come in and work on the house on a day I was not off. Not happening. I got a different electrician, who was awesome, and very nice, and got the new outlet in place.
Then the permit inspection took place, on the day of delivery. The two guys that came out were like weird characters from Twin Peaks. They found fault with the electrical outlet, saying that it was not delivering 240 volts, and that they would have to inspect again, after the electrician came back to fix it.
The electrician came back. Everything read correctly. He was totally baffled, and took pictures of the meter reading correctly, showed me, etc.
A day later the inspectors came back, essentially didn't even check the panel, but just wrote "approved" on the paper and left.
I have a nice washer and a nice range. I am exhausted.
Christina
Christina, you need a bottle of wine, maybe two!
Connie, thanks, tell the girls I think of them often and their pic is still on my fridge!
Christina, you have my deepest sympathy. I have a plugged sink and that's bad enough. My gowd, couldn't they leave your stove? WTF? At least it wasn't your gyno who told you about 'big problems down there'. At our age, we have to laugh or die.
Jane, you sound like you got a good doc. So many of them are such assholes. Keep getting better. The snow is gone now. It will returns. I like it mostly. Because it means it's not too cold. When it gets too cold to snow here, it's dangerous and scary.
PS, no idea on the tray. I'd say it's a loss, but, you might ask a jewelry person or student.
Christina, I read the continuing story..jesus Christ. I had no idea all that could be done. Here in Guntown we'd saw that pipe off and solder a new piece in and clean the shit with a shovel and sand or something. Is that too gross? Jesus, sounds like they put you through technical hell. I am so glad it's done for you. I really was depressed reading your first comment. Thanks for an update.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to depress you. It really was a blessing in a way. That they wanted that new outlet for the range, I mean. There was no smell in the kitchen, or right outside, as far as I could tell. It would have been some time before the sewage spill would have become apparent to me. It was a complicated mess to deal with, but probably much less so than it would have been, later.
During the last part of this is when my brother had his bike accident. He is a fitness buff, and was doing his 15 mile before work ride. He hit a pothole and went flying. Concussion, fractured right shoulder, fractured ribs, fractured pelvis. He will be in a wheelchair for about 3 months. He's home now, though. It could have been worse. Luckily he is fit, has strong bones, and was wearing a helmet.
Christina
It won't matter in 5 years time if it took you an extra few weeks to get organised. So stay warm and slow down when your body asks you to. Big hugs and be snug and happy in your beautiful new house. xoxoxo
PS I just go straight to Publish Your Cooment and off it goes. I used to tick all the boxes it asked me (to prove I wasn't a robot) and it always refused to publish. That's why I couldn't comment for a while. But recently I just thought 'oh bugger!' and just hit the 'Publish' button without trying to prove that I wasn't a robot and it went straight through. Hope it wasnt just a glitch and works this time also.
Still works :-)
I'm sorry to hear you've been feeling shitty...take care of yourself. The work will be there when you're ready to tackle it.
Winter blows for realsies.
take care of u Pat! I know what it's like to overextend ones body. I'm so happy u r in ur new place. u did it! moving is monstrous! little by little things will find their way to the right spot. a phenomenal feat, moving house. stay warm, more winter is coming ur way.
I'm diggin my handle outta town strange, when the hell did I tag myself with that one!
things here r calming down. a little breathing room. I couldnt care less for "holidays" so I won't be jumping thru my ass for any of it. my car is fixed. and the protection spell saved the house from a huge downed tree when I was out of town. so little by little step it's moving forth,
hugs to u and ur fur babies! bravo to u!!! :)
Race
Christina, I am so glad your brother is going to get well. Such a blessing. The plumer fixed my sink. I feel like he's part of the family, I've seen so much of him. LOL. He even ask about the coon and was tickled that he made it.
Lia, I've found that if you post a few times, it recognized you and stops the fuckery. Glad to hear from you, old friend.
Angie, I am healing. I feel nearly human, but, still use one crutch and am doing things SLOW. My daughter is coming down soon to help me get organized.I can be patient, it's hard though. The fur babes are just wonderful. The kid LOVES her new room and sleeps by herself now, which is a blessing. There is just nothing scary here.
Melvin, it's pretty nice here. Won't last, but, I'm enjoying the jacket weather.
PS, even my mother has finally admitted there is something wrong with that other house. She refuses to go in it alone. She won't tell me what happened.
That is huge, Pat. If your mother noticed, it must be blatant. I'm so glad you're out of there.
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