Here we are more than half way through January, and I’m just
getting around to blogging. Busy, busy.
I’m in a pretty good mood these days and the primary reason
for that is that I like my house again. In
fact, I really like my house again. I
haven’t liked my house since last August, before I realized I was going to have
to have serious foundation work done.
I’ve been pretty bummed out about it since then, through all the
foundation repairs and slab leak repairs, and before Christmas I got a quote
for the interior repairs. I thought the
quote was too high, so I just blew it off until after the Holidays – trying to
pretend the work didn’t need to be done.
Last week the people who made the quote contacted me about
whether I wanted to proceed, and I thought what the hell, might as well get it
over with. OMG, OMG. My house looks sooooooooo good. The last two weeks they’ve been here doing
the repairs. It took them two weeks
basically because of the extent of the repairs, but also because they first did
everything except the master bedroom/bathroom where the cats were closed in and
hiding out. Then I moved the cats
and they finished the master area. It’s all
gorgeous. They not only have repaired
the cracks, they’ve repaired areas that the painters I hired a year and a
half ago screwed up. I didn’t even
realize those areas were bothering me until I saw them repaired, re-textured
and with new paint. The people doing the
work are meticulous and obviously proud of the job they do. The place just looks gorgeous and I’m
incredibly happy with their work and once again really liking my new
house. Sometimes you do get what you
pay for. On top of that, they fixed my
garage door opener which broke when the door froze shut in the ice storm we
had. On top of that, they’re neat. They cleaned up each day before they left,
but they really cleaned up the house before leaving on Friday afternoon so I
didn’t spend the weekend between their two work weeks in a disaster area.
*happy sigh* Really, really happy with the job they
did. In case you couldn’t tell.
A week or so ago I also learned how to give subcutaneous fluids
to my elderly cat, Addy. Needless to
say, even shut in the master areas, the workers and noise in the house stresses
the cat kids out. They’ve both been off
their food somewhat, and Addy can’t afford to not eat and drink. Wednesday last week I thought she looked
dehydrated and took her to the vet. They
agreed with me and showed me how to give her subcutaneous fluids, and sent me
home with supplies if I need to give her fluids at home. More importantly, they gave me ideas on how
to get more fluids into her without the sub-cutaneous fluids, like adding water
to her food. Luckily I haven’t had to
give her any fluids since then, but it’s nice to know I can if I need to.
The cat-kids did NOT like being shut in the front bedroom
those days the workers were working on the master area. Getting them in there the first day turned
out to be freakishly easy. I had just
finished putting food and water in there and Zoe wandered in and began
eating. (Even though she’d just had wet
food, she can always eat). So I went
and got Addy, put her in and closed the door.
Easy as that. The next two days
were not so easy since the cats wised up to me. Zoe hates to be picked up, and when she
spazzes out, Addy runs for hiding and then they’re both a hassle.
I had lunch a week ago with my sister, nephew and
niece-in-law. My nephew and niece-in-law
are super excited (dancing in place excited) because they’re expecting
twins. These are their first kids and
she’s just past her first trimester – due around the end of July. They are so cute about it all. And are already agonizing over names. They’re also hoping for a boy and a girl, and
should be able to tell that at the next sonogram.
A funny workers story:
I had this white stove on my back patio that the previous owners of the
house had left there. I had just not
gotten around to having something done with it (Hey, it’s only been a year and
a half. I’m a world class
procrastinator!) So the last day the workers were here, I told them if they
knew anyone who wanted it they could have it and they said they’d take it off
my hands. I was puttering around the
house as they were getting ready to leave and all of a sudden I hear yelling on
my back patio. I looked out there, and
the head worker was laughing so hard, he could barely stand up. They eventually got the stove loaded and when
they checked in to say goodbye I asked what happened. When they picked the stove up, a family of
rats came out of it! Four or 5
rats! He said his workers were dancing
around the fleeing rats and yelling. Man.
I’m glad the stove is gone, and glad I didn’t know rats were nesting in
it. I haven’t seen any of those sneaky little
things since early last September.
As you can see from the pictures, I had to resort to
bringing the aloe vera in to save them.
There are two more on my back patio still that I waited too late to
save. We have just had too long of
spells of cold weather. They can survive
a day or two of sub-freezing temperatures, but we’ve had a good week a couple
of times where the temp dropped below freezing every night and didn’t get very
high during the day. So 4 of my 6 pots
will be in the house until it stops freezing.
Another reason I’m in a good mood is that my weight is right
where I want it now, and I just got blood work back that my total cholesterol
is 160. 160! It hasn’t been that low in 30 years. So my current food intake seems to be fairly
good for me, as well as keeping my weight at this point. I’m feeling healthy these days and am nearly
halfway through the INH treatment for LTBI. Overall my health isn't an issue any more, unless you count the tinnitus and knee pain at night.
This has been a three day weekend, and I’ve spent it
cleaning. Now that all the work is done
on the house I’m motivated to clean it really well, so that’s what I’ve been doing. New paint, no cracks and sparkly clean. I’m liking the place a lot these days. Ooh!
Just looked up and realized I need to clean the ceiling fans. Okay.
Onward.
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