Well, it’s another wacky Wednesday and there is nothing of import accomplished on my to do list. It isn’t a surprise that I have no accomplishments to speak of lately. Since our little adventure with the van’s waterpump failure on the highway just east of the offramp to Cobourg, Ontario, there have been no other things I can say that happened. Well, not me directly, simply because I had so little to do with the actual circumstances that occurred.
On Monday, Peter phoned to the company that sold and installed the front door and then he phoned the company that had repaired the roof a few years ago. The results of those two phone calls was a surprise. A representative of the roofing company came on Tuesday morning to inspect the roof for possible storm damage. After a thorough inspection, the roof was declared safe and sound, otherwise undamaged at all by the freak storm we had experienced. Apparently there was a south wind that blew a lot of rain water under the eaves across the front of the house and flooded the top of the front window. There would be no repairs needed to the roof that was still waterproof.
The salesman who sold the front door directed Peter to a lock company that had repaired other doors that had been damaged by breakins. Tuesday afternoon saw the arrival of a repair technician and locksmith who appraised the condition of the front door frame. For the small fee of one hundred and sixty dollars, the small Lebanese man repaired the door frame by screwing on two separate metal plates to the door frame. The result was a solid repair to the cracked door frame.
Wacky Wednesday had started in the usual fashion by my making coffee at about 10:00 AM. I actually slept in past my usual eight o’clock rising and pill time. Now, I am suffering from withdrawal; dry mouthed, and weakened by lack of painkiller. My muscles are contorting and shrinking in pain that otherwise would be minimized. I shakily move into the computer room to take my pills two hours late. That ain’t a good thing no how. I sat still, smoking two cigarettes before the pain resided enough for me to move into the bathroom. My daily routine started off very slowly.
I started my bath by washing the three cats lined up for their turn for affection. That took a full half hour for me to wash and dry each cat in turn. I was still sleeping in the bath when Peter awoke and started his day. I was pulled still half asleep from the tub and dried off. I dressed and went back to my usual place at my desk. I finished working on the square building before I turned on Super Stupid.
I can’t believe that I broke the twenty-three million dollar level of value in the Owned program of Facebook. Who would believe that I would garner so much when in real life, if I were a slave owner, I would have only diseased, dying, and defective slaves of no where near the value I presently have. Right. I know that I might win at games, but reality cheques do bounce when you have no bank account.
I did finish building the square building. I trimmed and painted the stairway to the second floor. I trimmed and painted the roof section. And, I cleaned up the rest of the building to picture perfect condition. I am happy with the results of my efforts that lasted for a month or so to get the building into it’s present condition. Now, I have to think about the next project that will occupy my desk.
