The House
Took down the monstrous Rubbermaid shed and am going to be taking the slightly-less-monstrous shed from my parent's house and putting it in the backyard. In preparation, I'll be leveling the ground and setting 6x2x16 cap blocks for the floor to sit on. I've been three days in the sun and getting darker and sweatier and it is no fun. Once the shed is up though, I can throw all my tools and ladders and junk in there to clear space in the kitchen for the cabinets.
The cabinets have been ordered from Ikea, and should be on their way from the distribution center to our freight forwarder, Mercantile Freight in Santa Fe Springs, CA. The furniture we bought for ourselves and my parents should be on its way here any day now barring any more incidents like the one that cropped up today. The one where I find out that the stuff that should've been there on Monday supposedly wasn't.
The Dog(s)
Sammi (the 13-14 year old Chihuahua Maltese) is the same but deafer. Fin (the 3-5 year old abandoned poodle mix) is getting shaggier and I think we're going to have to buzz him for the summer, something I wish I could do. A side note: Anyone with untreated (no coloring or perms, etc) longish hair should consider donating some, or all of it to a good cause... Fin IS getting better though. By better I don't mean running around like those dogs in those dog food commercials. He doesn't really run unless he's just relieved himself in the yard. By better I mean that day by day he's getting more comfortable in the house and also comfortable with being alone. When I start working again neither of us will be home during business hours. Pics later.
The Rest Of It
Wanna know a dirty little secret of mine? No, no, it's not the porn. I hate people. I hate how petty and stupid we can all be. Myself included. Part of it comes from watching the news and reading the newspaper; things I don't do much anymore. Too much noise and too much bad news. It gets old real quick. So... I retreat. I withdraw. I shove the earbuds as far as they'll go in my ears and cut myself off from the world. Sometimes when I put in earplugs to use power tools, I'll keep them in even when I'm done using it to avoid listening. I want to avoid the noise, the static, the drama of life. When I have the earbuds I'm listening to music and listening for something beautiful and true. I find more truth in a good arrangement and lyrics than I find outside usually. Even when I sleep, it's with my headphones on. Usually these but sometimes these (at least the older, original version) depending on my mood. The music keeps me on a relatively even keel. It keeps me from doing and saying stupid things when I get frustrated and overwhelmed with the world. Music is my friend, my retreat, my release. I don't know how else to explain it without coming off like an asshole (oops, too late!) but here goes. If you see me with headphones on, leave me alone.
Took down the monstrous Rubbermaid shed and am going to be taking the slightly-less-monstrous shed from my parent's house and putting it in the backyard. In preparation, I'll be leveling the ground and setting 6x2x16 cap blocks for the floor to sit on. I've been three days in the sun and getting darker and sweatier and it is no fun. Once the shed is up though, I can throw all my tools and ladders and junk in there to clear space in the kitchen for the cabinets.
The cabinets have been ordered from Ikea, and should be on their way from the distribution center to our freight forwarder, Mercantile Freight in Santa Fe Springs, CA. The furniture we bought for ourselves and my parents should be on its way here any day now barring any more incidents like the one that cropped up today. The one where I find out that the stuff that should've been there on Monday supposedly wasn't.
The Dog(s)
Sammi (the 13-14 year old Chihuahua Maltese) is the same but deafer. Fin (the 3-5 year old abandoned poodle mix) is getting shaggier and I think we're going to have to buzz him for the summer, something I wish I could do. A side note: Anyone with untreated (no coloring or perms, etc) longish hair should consider donating some, or all of it to a good cause... Fin IS getting better though. By better I don't mean running around like those dogs in those dog food commercials. He doesn't really run unless he's just relieved himself in the yard. By better I mean that day by day he's getting more comfortable in the house and also comfortable with being alone. When I start working again neither of us will be home during business hours. Pics later.
The Rest Of It
Wanna know a dirty little secret of mine? No, no, it's not the porn. I hate people. I hate how petty and stupid we can all be. Myself included. Part of it comes from watching the news and reading the newspaper; things I don't do much anymore. Too much noise and too much bad news. It gets old real quick. So... I retreat. I withdraw. I shove the earbuds as far as they'll go in my ears and cut myself off from the world. Sometimes when I put in earplugs to use power tools, I'll keep them in even when I'm done using it to avoid listening. I want to avoid the noise, the static, the drama of life. When I have the earbuds I'm listening to music and listening for something beautiful and true. I find more truth in a good arrangement and lyrics than I find outside usually. Even when I sleep, it's with my headphones on. Usually these but sometimes these (at least the older, original version) depending on my mood. The music keeps me on a relatively even keel. It keeps me from doing and saying stupid things when I get frustrated and overwhelmed with the world. Music is my friend, my retreat, my release. I don't know how else to explain it without coming off like an asshole (oops, too late!) but here goes. If you see me with headphones on, leave me alone.
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