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So this is a test post to see if this client works for me. If it does it will make Bella and Chain much easier to do when I return to it, which I will.
I just wrote 910 words which is not much but when you consider what else I've been doing I'm not ashamed.
In the last few days, we've:
mended the shed and made a plan for barricading it while the insurance guy is here (we need a better plan later)
picked up sticks and picked up sticks and picked up sticks
weeded
cleaned and cleaned and cleaned
made sure all heat registers are clear
stacked the ladders in a safe place
cleared the deck and the front porch
rented a truck and filled it with crud
tied up the grapes, the lemon, the lavender (I know people don't usually tie up lavender but they don't usually plant it in such a godawful wrong place either)
planted a bunch of stuff -- that was just a by-the-way
put wires behind things and taped some of them down
fixed the circuit breaker box cover (temp fix, I know from experience) and hung the water shutoff wrench next to it
put up fire extinguishers and smoke alarms all over the house
barricaded the upstairs window-door so nobody can walk out of it
cleaned the dog poo off the back roof (stupid dog thinks that defecating on the back roof is an effective strategy in her endless fight against the raccoons. or something)
put a lock on the basement door (it's not really a basement because it's above the ground, I think. But that's what we call it because it's under the house)
checked for slippies and trippies and fire dangers
(nearly finished) clearing the crud on the inside staircase
The house is still not clean. I still have to do a lot upstairs, for example. I left my room for last because it's the worst and I'm not even sure the insurance guy is going to come inside.
Tomorrow morning:
1. take the truck to the dump.
2. buy plywood and a runner thing for the front porch to disguise the ugly boards there.
3. set Frank to nailing up the plywood. I will probably have to help.
4. tack down the runner thing.
Frank offered to walk over to the lumber yard and carry three pieces of plywood home. I told him he was crazy.
When I say we did all that stuff, I mean: me: the nice fellow: Emma: Frank: Keith: Phillip: and MC. So seven people, off and on.
On another front: I ache all over but the thing I'm seeing a physical therapist for is not hurting very much right now.
Now, let's see.
I just wrote 910 words which is not much but when you consider what else I've been doing I'm not ashamed.
In the last few days, we've:
mended the shed and made a plan for barricading it while the insurance guy is here (we need a better plan later)
picked up sticks and picked up sticks and picked up sticks
weeded
cleaned and cleaned and cleaned
made sure all heat registers are clear
stacked the ladders in a safe place
cleared the deck and the front porch
rented a truck and filled it with crud
tied up the grapes, the lemon, the lavender (I know people don't usually tie up lavender but they don't usually plant it in such a godawful wrong place either)
planted a bunch of stuff -- that was just a by-the-way
put wires behind things and taped some of them down
fixed the circuit breaker box cover (temp fix, I know from experience) and hung the water shutoff wrench next to it
put up fire extinguishers and smoke alarms all over the house
barricaded the upstairs window-door so nobody can walk out of it
cleaned the dog poo off the back roof (stupid dog thinks that defecating on the back roof is an effective strategy in her endless fight against the raccoons. or something)
put a lock on the basement door (it's not really a basement because it's above the ground, I think. But that's what we call it because it's under the house)
checked for slippies and trippies and fire dangers
(nearly finished) clearing the crud on the inside staircase
The house is still not clean. I still have to do a lot upstairs, for example. I left my room for last because it's the worst and I'm not even sure the insurance guy is going to come inside.
Tomorrow morning:
1. take the truck to the dump.
2. buy plywood and a runner thing for the front porch to disguise the ugly boards there.
3. set Frank to nailing up the plywood. I will probably have to help.
4. tack down the runner thing.
Frank offered to walk over to the lumber yard and carry three pieces of plywood home. I told him he was crazy.
When I say we did all that stuff, I mean: me: the nice fellow: Emma: Frank: Keith: Phillip: and MC. So seven people, off and on.
On another front: I ache all over but the thing I'm seeing a physical therapist for is not hurting very much right now.
Now, let's see.