We are perpetually in a state of “it’ll get finished any day now.” Everything seems to be in process. Getting rid of the mice. Getting the car appraised — forget about actually repaired. The appraiser actually showed up today, two full weeks since I reported the accident.
“Wow,” he said. “Someone really smacked that corner.”
“Yes,” I said. “They did.”
“Did you get a picture?”
“I was in the store. I didn’t see anything. I have a lot of cameras, but they don’t help much when you aren’t there.”
He will get back to me. In a day or two. I’m not holding my breath.
Then Owen came today and put a second coat on the inside of the front door. We still need new trim, outside and inside, but at long last, it’s fully painted. Just to really make my day, Owen also mowed the back lawn.
He said “Your back lawn looks like a wheat field.”
No kidding. You think?
It’s not elegant, but it’s something resembling flat and he got rid of a lot of the broken pieces of trees that fell during the big storms we’ve had. As far as the chimney goes, that’s not happening soon.
It’s not badly damaged and I’m out of money. Moreover, Garry’s surgery and rehab is going to take up a lot of the summer. But at least we are moving along. Forward into the future!
So now we have a painted front door! Imagine that! In and out, painted! We have nearly killed off or forced evacuation of thousands of mice. The ants are gone.
Did I mention the contractor came and replaced the front of the house and the window? And he did a great job. Neat, clean, perfect. Nice to get good work from a competent contractor. I would hire him again, if I ever actually have any money to hire anyone. Ever.
We still need to get the car repaired, but we’ll get there. One step at a time. One step, two steps, three steps and a frantic run to home base.