Finally, FINALLY had someone come out to take a look at chimney, replace flashing and seal it up. He said that if the other place told me they sealed the chimney really well they were big fat liars. He said (and showed me pictures) of three small dots of sealant on each side of chimney which he said he was shocked worked at all, even for a short time. Now I'm even more furious at how much they charged me for what was essentially no work. This guy wasn't cheap either, but since I couldn't find anyone local I had to pay someone from out of area and thus had to pay for mileage. Understandable, the charges, but man.
The only way I'll know it worked is when the rains come again.
In other news, I have found additional pee spots around the house. I had to toss a rug. The latest little cardboard box condo I made, pee stain all over the bottom. I don't know if there's something wrong with my nose or what, but I swear I don't smell this stuff as it happens! We should be noise-free for a while now, so hopefully no peeing.
The tree/bush thing that my neighbors kindly removed last year is growing back. Can't stop the signal! I figured that out as I was out futilely battling the creeping vines. I didn't recognize the leaves until I unburied the stump and found it sprouting happily.
Not a bad day as far as getting things accomplished, though I am teetering on verge of major head pain. The walk downtown (when I got there, I couldn't remember why I had gone) felt as though the energy was sapping out of me with each step. I am plumb tuckered out. Too bad I have yet to finish the odious task of laundry.
What a day! While over at the shelter, the girl with a developmental delay was walking a sweet new dog who has already got a home lined up. She likes to remember the dogs, and will often take a picture with herself and the dog. She asked me if I'd do that for her with this dog, I agreed and went to put sweet Riley back in his box so I could come back outside and help her out. Well, one of the other volunteers rushed in not even a minute after me - the girl had gotten distracted, tripped, fell and broke her wrist. Poor thing was absolutely hysterical, convinced she was going to lose her arm.
It is this kind of moment I need to call to mind whenever I find myself growing impatient with her. She functions well, but she does not process things in the same way most do and remembering that is vital.
Then the jerks filling in the ravine behind our offices started digging out even MORE of the ravine all afternoon. It's horrendous.
And THEN. I went to the store last night for my usual shopping. As always, I forgot something and this something couldn't wait for another day, so I took the route that would deliver me to the store. Traffic was beginning to back up. On my way out, I decided to go back around to my usual way home to avoid the traffic yuck, only to have someone shout, "XYZ bridge is closed!" XYZ is the first of two bridges I cross to get home. No problem, I thought, I'll take the extra back way which avoids XYZ bridge... so I did, but then realized that I had bad intel - it wasn't XYZ bridge that was closed, it was the other bridge, ABC. Which meant I drove a fair distance out of my way for nothing, had to turn around and head back over the not-closed XYZ bridge and around to the Big Bridge (which is the OTHER bridge I could take to get home). Confused? Don't worry.
The too long; didn't read: In an attempt to avoid gridlock, I drove around the country for a while, then drove back around and sat for a good long while and since I had bought ice cream which was rapidly melting, I decided to crack into it. AND since I didn't have a spoon, I shamelessly hoovered it. Hence the picture.
But don't worry, the ice cream is one of those new-fangled low-fat, low-sugar types.
One of my all time favorite dogs - a googley-eyed Beagle mix named Riley - was adopted out over a year ago. He got returned because, despite knowing his issue with cats, his people moved into a house with cats. *le sigh*
Anyway, he's a love. Super smart, obedient, the works. The only other real issue besides the cats is that he pulls. In fact, he's got a harness for walking. Well, a harness is only as good as the people who bother putting it on him. Twice in as many days, volunteers ignored the harness and put him on a lead only, and he choked himself nearly into unconsciousness both times. What. People, man. They gotta not mess with my main pup!
*sigh* Today, I realized Pickle's gums are bleeding and the length of time it takes to eat her smaller portions of food finally made sense to me. Poor P, I feel like a bad guardian for not putting it together. Not sure it's a vet-worthy problem, as this one is prone to gum issues. I have to be better at brushing her teeth. Such a wonderful chore, brushing a cat's teeth.
And this morning I put my earrings back in, having taken them out while I hennaed and clean them at the same time. By the time I got to work, I was down one earring. Phooey. I only have one pair of earrings that I wear, really. You watch, I'll find myself a new pair and then I'll find the missing one. I lost an earring backer for a solid two months, then found it on the floor by a colleague's desk. Hmm.
Nice day for a stroll, though mine was with a purpose; a trip to the local hardware store that did not yield what I'd hoped. I will, sigh, have to go to the big box store instead tomorrow. I much prefer to shop local when I can.
Ran into a colleague and her daughter, who had found three painted rocks. It's apparently a thing, these painted rocks. The only one I've seen is the one I spotted at the very first part of the year. If you find one, you're supposed to then paint your own and leave it somewhere. I think it's fun, though sometimes it makes me wonder if it's good to get kids concentrating on looking down instead of up. *shrug*
When I was little, we used to paint rocks and give them to my mom as gifts. I wonder what she did with all of them.
Today I decided to stop being lazy and start clearing out the atrocity that is my back yard landscaping. I can only manage about two hours before my back says it's time to stop, but in that two hours I got a quarter of the way done. I call that a success. The remaining three quarters will take more time, as I'm just getting to the worst of it. Unfortunately, the yanking will not be a permanent victory. What I've been calling morning glory is actually bindweed - so awful. It is literally creeping closer and closer to my house, and if feels like if I let it, it would eventually absorb my home. Ugh. And I thought the blackberries were bad (they are!). At this point the only reason I hate the blackberries is that they make it painful to clear other stuff out. I didn't get punctured too badly.
I solemnly swear to be better at staying on top of the bindweed, ivy and blackberries. I would like to nuke it all. Maybe burn it.
The well is beginning to dry on photos. Maybe I should take requests. Hah.
This week was crazymaking for so many reasons. Today, it was the jerks plowing under trees behind the office - the diesel fumes wafted right into our HVAC, which was gross and gave me a headache. I found out that they are not building directly behind us as it appears, but simply knocked down trees in order to pile the dirt from the actual excavation. This angers me, in some ways more than if they were filling it to put houses there. There's nowhere else to dump dirt? Uh huh. Grrr.
I think I overdid it yesterday. I am bone tired today, and just vacuuming and mopping the floors had me ready to collapse. So, no venturing out today, I don't think.
I made this vegan curd, though, using rainier cherries and mayyyyybe a hint of kirschwasser. Maybe too much kirshwasser, as the curd isn't thickening as much as it should. Oh well, it tastes good! The cherries alone weren't standing out compared to the lemon juice in the recipe, so the kirsch was a last minute addition. I might still try for some cherry lemonade cupcakes. But not today.
The last time I went to the grocery store, some oblivious old white dude did not see the line of people waiting to use the self-check and just waltzed on ahead. Today, I went to the store and was standing back, waiting with a few other people so as not to block the flow of traffic and another oblivious old white dude didn't even bat an eyelash or spare a glance - he walked up and ushered himself to the station that just opened up.
It's not the end of the world, of course, but what the shit is up with that, anyway? It would be highly ironic if these oblivious old white dudes also held the belief that they are the most put-upon, discriminated-against segment of society.