It was a picture of the house, that set the tone for the day. its perspective? From the back yard, of the patios that do not exist anymore, nor does the furniture, come to think of it. The third floor balcony you might remember leapt to its death, last year, taking with it the furniture. Then I went thru the first floor patio, and thus neither exists. We are in the middle of a construction zone, as I waffle about making decisions about what to do to replace it.
BUT in my defense, it was extremely busy day yesterday, upgrading photos on trip advisor. I was informed, and told about the aforementioned photo of the back of the house. It has propagated itself thru the ALL the on line reservation systems, baffling to be sure. Like the Ebola virus, the photos were wiped out and all any that were there…,but now are not. Thus in the sprit of moving out of the construction zone, phoned around for price of bricks, sod, seed or soil, for patio.
To make monthly payments to heating company to pay for 10 months of heat, jumped in La Tomato taking a cheque and the dog for a brisk drive in the rain, that fell later in the day. Pulling off into a parking lot to discuss with the electrician what needed to be done on his end if he shows. We hope to have three things repaired, all outside, so it can’t rain. The then underground, but no longer as it was dug up to show that the wire to the garage for lights was burned out. Many years ago, the lights to the sign out front, non assistant, and replacement of a thingies outside that you plug your electrical things into like a hedge clipper.
Went to boot camp, talking at the same time to my repair guy about coming on Thursday to complete the patio.
Computer guy upgraded my computer, while I ate dinner. I also talked to a grand old Uncle and they will not be going Memorial service. (the hub of the season) He brought me a basket of peaches that have to ripen.
Just before the rain, there was a Library run, took back books that I have not read, to take out others that I will not read, and on the way home, talked to deacon of the church, who was smoking, sitting outside on the stops of his apt, while he was waiting to go on a retreat.
Window washing complete inside and out, that took two days due to his family and her car overheating on Sunday. He was paid after bickering about the price. New cheque written to him.
The deadline looming, to get into the provincial tourism bureaus, website and book. One more thing to organize and pay for. Several emails later, over several weeks to learn and confirmed that I had 216 hits directly from Tourism New Brunswick site, to mine. The debate is with myself as it is with all things, is it worth the price of admission?. Not many bodies in the beds, but it used to be a nominal fee, and then the question becomes, should I pay for an advertisement ? I logged in JUST TO TELL THEM I WAS AROUND, and for free ad. To get this free add, one has to be assessed, the price of the cheapest assessment is $450..
Walked dog by the river, she went hunting old girl style in the high grass. She was happy walking less but went anyway. Later, I looked like an action figure, but nobody saw me go down. I went ass over tea pot yesterday in the bank parking lot. Rolled right over, having bent my big toe nail back. Hard to smear the liquid aspirin stuff on yer back by yerself.
List of life list: Have to get junk out of garage, get more stuff out and into garage, like old Tvs. Think about new fiber op TV as I have Bell on hold on this issue but that deadline is looming. Today is go look at bricks after electrical calls, phone plumber for leak in the thingy magumy. On it goes to having a new sign made, before the city realizes it has enacted new bylaws. I think I might be grandfathered inn. In any case the lights have to be illuminated in another way. Currently the kids break the bulbs and have for 16 years. There we arein the dark, always.
Midnight guests from Africa if all goes well originally the reservation was for 7 days and they could not get visas, now down to three. They will not be arriving until 2 or 3 as this flight is always late.
Trying to get all this done before mom gets here, Friday (how time flies) and I am preoccupied with her and was just told that mars is hitting Saturn around midnight today. Hold onto yer hats, and belt yourselves in, off we go for another day of fun and adventure.“”Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. Moi and Lucy P