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Saturday, September 22, 2012

A little lost

Song of the day: “Under the sun” by Cheryl Cole…again. Luckily it’s a fun one, because this one is popping up in my head a lot.

Just came back from a very late jog, and considering it has been more than a month since the last time, it didn’t go bad at all. I feared that my foot would drive me effing bonkers, but this new running way I’m practicing appears to be doing the trick at the very least. In fact, tonight my foot is in a better state than it used to be in the past couple of weeks. Strange how that works.

So yeah, the past few days.

First off there was yesterday where, after spending a morning (after the usual chores that is) working up by the storage and sawing eight wooden beams into the right thickness with the big sawing table. Since there is a constant threat of rain at the moment, we decided to, at the very least get Sally’s porch deck done so there won’t be a drag of mud into her cabin. So that’s what we got started on yesterday morning. Which also involved yanking old nails out of wooden boards, which was a fascinating thing. I love hammering at stuff. Hah.

For a while we watched big brother play with Knight II and the Chaos, who were ambivalent enough about the entire thing to actually enjoy themselves, and then Huckabee joined in, making it a noisy affair that had most of us laughing. Hah.

While I did the sawing, Cousin Ed, Grandpa and Big Brother did a lot of hauling. First off the got the big fridge from the outside kitchen so it can pass the winter under the roof of the lean to behind Sally’s cabin. Then they got the washing machine, which big brother fully installed on the tiles he laid the day before that.

Which reminds me, the day before that (pic update day) grandpa asked me to trim his hair and beard, which makes him look younger, I think. Also suggested to Sally to do her hair, (before the radio, just in case) and we got to that right on time.

Then, of course, it was time to head on out to the big city, because Sally had radio therapy scheduled. My turn, and we set out right on time…only to end up on the wrong new highway, darn it. I kid you not, we got completely and utterly lost in the industrial area of the city, and we saw so many of them that I couldn’t even figure out on which side the sea was located. Finally, after a solid thirty minutes of wandering about (by then I decided to just start laughing, rather than be frustrated, because we were late anyway) we ended up in an industrial area I’m well familiar with, and headed toward the university hospital where Sally had her appointment. We arrived, used her zipcode (they’ve made turning folks into numbers into an art form. Upon arrival you have to put a coded little card under one of those laser readers that they also use in stores) and ended up waiting for five minutes before it was her turn.

Ten minutes later we were back outside and on our way home. Sally is definitely one of the lucky ones in regards to radio. She’s tired, yes, but there’s no dizziness or nausea. I do hope she manages to keep that up. Still didn’t have that talk with the doctor about her real status, but I talked with her about it, and she asked that I don’t press the doctors for more information. She prefers not to know too much, that way she can’t worry about it either. Considering how it’s going with her to date, I’ve got to admit that her way of dealing with it seems to work for her, and in the end, it is, of course, her choice.

Once at home (needed to make a quick trip to the supermarket to get a cake. Grandpa had his birthday, and since I didn’t have time to make one he could actually eat with his dentures. And afterward I had to go through the DIY store to get something for the cabin) it was already late and it was time to cook supper. Made pasta with veggies, baked in asian herbs.

Also went past the garage where they were fixing the Land Rover. They promised I could pick it up the next morning, with a year warranty for the fixed transmission box. Let’s hope I won’t need it, right? *sigh*

Tenant spent the majority of the afternoon with mom in the main house, having fun watching the younger sibs and playing freecell on the computer. Hah. I’m just happy she gets at least some daily exercise that way.

Well, today…today started a little late for me, while big brother had to go along with grandpa to the village to get bread for the dogs, along with veggies. While I did the laundry, and walked our visiting dogs in the morning, they got home. Next was feeding the dogs, ourselves, and then it was out toward town to pick up the car. Yay. Our baby purred, I tell ya. I missed her so much, I wanted to do a road trip, or something. No time for that, of course, but it’s the thought that counts. Hah.

Once we got home, Cousin Ed and Sally had to leave for Sally’s appointment, leaving is to start on the porch. First we had some lunch, and then it was to work. Got the beams in, and were already hammering nails into the deck’s boards when the two of them returned. Sally was extremely tired today, so she spent the majority of the afternoon snoozing in her cabin while we put in the boards and finished the deck. It looks beautiful, and all it needs is a lazy chair. I did take pictures and I’ll be sure to show them some day.

We were late finishing the porch, so Cousin Ed ended up doing the yard on her own. No time for cooking today either, so we had fries, some nuggets (see, I did eat meat, I did, I did!) prior to heading out for our jog.

Which brings us to the end of the day, with me more than ready to call it a day. Tomorrow’s going to be another long one, in particular since we’re heading over to Liane’s. There is something wrong with the pool we installed, and we’re going to take measurements for an adjustment to the fence. Then I’m going to have to figure out how much it is going to cost, how much time it’s going to take and…well, I’ll leave that for tomorrow. I’ve had it for now. I want sleep. I did manage some writing, at least.
Gotta go.

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