Ah, humidity
Mar. 7th, 2015 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlSo, I bought a little hygrometer to find out how wet my house is. In the living spaces, it's between 50 and 60%. In the basement, it's 67%. Too high, all around. My office was kind enough to gift me with a fair amount to help buy a dehumidifier, but my question is this: if I put a portable dehumidifier down in the basement, will the humidity also drop in the living spaces? Or would it be best to install it upstairs somewhere? (Where, I have no idea.)
In other homeownership news, I'm having the dickens of a time figuring out why no one wants to do business with me. I requested a quote for conversion from oil to gas (which is cheaper than oil and electric and also cheaper). "It'll take a few days..." the guy said. Never heard a thing. Have attempted to contact. Ugh.
ETA: and I stupidly let the cats follow me to basement today - I don't like them down there because of the fuel oil tank. Sure enough, they came back up and shortly after Johnny started hacking and sneezing. I found a streak of fuel oil on her. I don't know how much she might have ingested while grooming before I found it and washed her. :( Keeping a close watch on her.
I also wanted someone to come clean up my yard, and then I would be able to maintain it. Again, set up an appointment, no one ever showed. Tried to call, no response.
Dude, I am attempting to give you money! Take it! Sheesh.
I went to shelter today to become a volunteer. They made me watch a video first, about pet population, etc. Basically, it highlighted the problem all shelters face. But no one warned me they were going to "follow" a cat taken to a shelter, found to be diseased and then euthanized. Like, they showed the injection. I ... am a sensitive soul. I'd already been teary through most of it, because videos of animals who are terrified and running away only to be shut up in a too-small kennel get to me anyways, but that made me lose it.
So I signed the paperwork, and then met a sweetheart cat I fell in love with. She started kneading me almost immediately, is two, gray/white with a black nose and weighs no more than five pounds. I cannot adopt for six months. She won't last a week. I don't need another cat!
I have asked a friend to adopt her and give her to me. What? ::blinks innocently:: If she's there on Tuesday, that is.
In other homeownership news, I'm having the dickens of a time figuring out why no one wants to do business with me. I requested a quote for conversion from oil to gas (which is cheaper than oil and electric and also cheaper). "It'll take a few days..." the guy said. Never heard a thing. Have attempted to contact. Ugh.
ETA: and I stupidly let the cats follow me to basement today - I don't like them down there because of the fuel oil tank. Sure enough, they came back up and shortly after Johnny started hacking and sneezing. I found a streak of fuel oil on her. I don't know how much she might have ingested while grooming before I found it and washed her. :( Keeping a close watch on her.
I also wanted someone to come clean up my yard, and then I would be able to maintain it. Again, set up an appointment, no one ever showed. Tried to call, no response.
Dude, I am attempting to give you money! Take it! Sheesh.
I went to shelter today to become a volunteer. They made me watch a video first, about pet population, etc. Basically, it highlighted the problem all shelters face. But no one warned me they were going to "follow" a cat taken to a shelter, found to be diseased and then euthanized. Like, they showed the injection. I ... am a sensitive soul. I'd already been teary through most of it, because videos of animals who are terrified and running away only to be shut up in a too-small kennel get to me anyways, but that made me lose it.
So I signed the paperwork, and then met a sweetheart cat I fell in love with. She started kneading me almost immediately, is two, gray/white with a black nose and weighs no more than five pounds. I cannot adopt for six months. She won't last a week. I don't need another cat!
I have asked a friend to adopt her and give her to me. What? ::blinks innocently:: If she's there on Tuesday, that is.
