8:11 am: The discovery that I have so much money because the &^%% mortgage company hasn’t been withdrawing my payments sends me into a tailspin. This discovery has demolished my plans to purchase a chair to sit on while I’m on the computer.
8:14 am: Despite it all, I decide to buck up and soldier on.
8:16 am: But I must get a chair! The dogs have completely taken over the sofa, and my sitting on the kitchen step stool all the time is making my back go out!
8:17 am: I remind myself that, if I’m really that desperate for a chair, I can bring the lawn furniture in.
8:22 am: I must plan out the computer’s move from The Freezing Room to The Cozy Room. I begin with a price comparison search on sump pumps.
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9:06 am: A good sump pump plus proper installation will probably run me around $400. Drat! That demolishes my plans to get the french doors in before the end of the year.
9:07 am: Oh gad, now everyone is having a hissy fit about Rahm Emanuel. Dear deities of the forest and Thunderbeings, please tell a large segment of the Democratic party to grow up and accept that we don’t always get exactly what we want when we want it.
Wait, didn’t you check on the mortgage thing yesterday? I thought it was all okay?
Yes, I did, and it showed my schedule of weekly payments.
Then I received a letter from the mortgage company noting that I was no longer enrolled in the weekly payment program (which is very advantageous, if you have a mortgage and haven’t yet signed up for it, btw!).
Then I called the &^%% mortgage company and got a stupid machine which informed me that I wasn’t enrolled even though I was eligible to be enrolled and isn’t that wonderful! and do I want the stupid machine at the other end of the line to walk me through the enrollment process?
*Then* I went back to the website, only to find I”M NOT ENROLLED IN IT! so I had to pay my entire mortgage at once which promptly nearly wiped me out, and I supposedly re-enrolled in the weekly mortgage payment plan but who the (^%% knows?
So I’m calling them tomorrow and not hanging up til I get this straightened out.
Very different than my student loan which withdraws hither and yon, whenever it feels like it! even though I don’t want it to.
Argh!
Apologies for no Lounge last night. We had no power from about 4:30 – 11:00 pm.
Was there a storm in your area Kate?
My bet: she had the storm we had two days ago which caused three tornados and rolled over a few mobile homes.
No, the weather was absolutely gorgeous. What we did have was a power truck at the end of our street, and very angry villagers who were watching the Alabama-LSU game on television when all the lights went out.
I have no idea what happened, but the police had the street blocked and the bucket truck and two other trucks were there for hours.
omg! Disgruntled football fans! Much worse than our November tornados!
9:41 am: Having had a nice breakfast of gluten free pasta drenched in cilantro, olive oil, garlic, a hot tomato sauce and something else (???), I am now prepared to move the computer.
9:42 am: Shit! I have grading to do.
10:15 am: I check the Psychotic Farmers Forum to see if they’ve banned me yet. I suffer mild disappointment that they haven’t, even though, during my last visit, I called out some yokel from Georgia and told him to quit projecting his racism onto others when he posted the typical OMG THEY’RE DISCRIMINATING AGIN WHITES!
10:16 am: I have not been banned, which gives me the opportunity to respond to a ridiculous claim supposedly told to him by the cousin of a neighbor’s friend’s brother-in-law that some kid told a white woman he can do and say anything now that Obama’s president. I tell him he’d have better luck forwarding the email it came in than posting it to web forum.
10:17 am: I then notice an admin on the forum and suffer a mix of pride and paranoia that the admins have been told to watch me. I log off immediately and rush to the safety of PolitiCook.
10:20 am: Oh god, I have grading to do! I immediately begin packing up the computer for moving before turning on the water for a nice bath.
Is there some Top Secret Forum for members only at the Psychotic Farmers? Out of justifiable curiosity, I went to see what they were saying to our biscuit but couldn’t find it.
Yes. You have to be a registered member for a period of time – 2 weeks? 3? – and then they allow access.
If you’ve been registered over there for a while now, you should have access. Have you ever scrolled to the bottom to the specialty forums? It’s one or two above the survivalist forum … speaking of which, I haven’t yet checked to see how bonkers they’ve gone yet. omg! Israel! Israel! omg! The Illuminati! Freemasons! :troll
10:58 am: Success! The computer is now in The Cozy Room. Even better, I discovered a very cute little blue jacket — some kind of faux suede — and a pair of black pants while preparing to close up that room.
10:59 am: I prepare to take a boiling hot bath before tackling the grading.
11:36 am: I check my Home Redecorating Savings account and find that, by December 1, I will have more than enough money to replace the sump pump. I resolve that will be one of my chores over the Christmas break.
11:37 am: But I want french doors! I need french doors in the kitchen!!
11:39 am: I check the temperature outside. It’s almost warm enough for me to venture out. In anticipation, I dribble more Tabasco on the outdoor faucet cover.
1:22 pm: I move a comfy wrought iron padded chair from the patio set inside to be used as the new computer chair. This frees up the kitchen stool for me to use on the back deck to attack the mold with bleach and a rag.
1:23 pm: I realize that, whereas the kitchen stool left me sitting so high, I was looking down at the computer, now the comfy chair from the patio set leaves me sitting so low that I feel like a 4th grader. I rush outside to grab a pillow from another chair.
1:24 pm: omg, I feel like a low rider! All I need is the outfit!
1:55 pm: I dump some bleach water over the mold on the driveway beneath the downspouts, then tackle the roof of the back deck and the siding along the back wall of the house.
1:56 pm: I contemplate the possibility that Rustoleum may be adequate for stemming the rust in that one gutter.
1:57 pm: I rush inside to Google Mighty Putty.
1:58 pm: I realize I should quit calling it mold and instead use its real name: Evil Mildew.
2:09 pm: I post a comment perceivably perceived (???) as sanctimonious on a football thread at Talkleft when someone claims football players don’t miss classes.
2:10 pm: I decide the solution to my rust problem with that one gutter can probably be found at the Lowe’s website.
2:15 pm: Naval Jelly Rust Remover – of course. How could I have forgotten? If I can get it to work on that one tiny corner of the gutter, I won’t have to replace the gutter.
2:16 pm: I check to see if the football thugs at TalkLeft have banned me because I dared say football players *never* go to classes, no matter what college they’re at.
2:18 pm: The football hooligans haven’t yet banned me at TalkLeft, but I expect it momentarily. In the meantime, I plan my attack on the gutter: naval jelly first, then an epoxy glue.
2:19 pm: I check the weather forecast. Shit! Colder next weekend.
2:20 pm: Double shit! I haven’t turned off the water valve to the out buildings yet!!!
2:22 pm: I grab my bleach bucket to remove algae from the front of the house while trying to conjure up a plan not to shimmy beneath the porch to turn off the water to the out buildings. Shit!!!
2:49 pm: I’ve removed the algae and discovered a major caulking project in the meantime. Yoikes! And it just won’t be warm enough to do it for at least a few weeks. I also managed to get crawlspace vent closed and to clean out a drain to the french drains — well, in fact, to the submerged (and non-functional) sump pump in the chamber in which much of the drainage goes to.
2:50 pm: I take a bucket filled with one week’s worth of coffe grounds and old coffee to the azalea bush and dump it.
2:52 pm: I congratulate myself on my wisdom to close off The Freezing Room and the room next to it, as now the entire house is absolutely comfy. I will from now on make The Freezing Room the Summer Hunkering Down Room, as it stays so pleasantly cool.
2:53 pm: I contemplate supper, then remember I still have to grade. Shit!
2:54 pm: Oh, god, I have to shut the water off, too! Shit!!!
3:04 pm: I decide to join the secret homesteading forum where all the trolling of the other homesteading forums originates from. My plan: to troll them because they’re as annoying as the people they’re trolling. In order to do so, I need a new email address.
3:05 pm: Shit. free2Bme and all variants are already taken. I assume an even more noxious email name instead.
They talk football over at TalkLeft? I guess I haven’t been there in awhile. Oh, well.
biscuit, why would the mortgage company all of a sudden stop taking your mortgage payment out weekly? You’d think they’d be more than happy to get their hands on any ready $ that they could.
With it being Sunday and all, I had an appetite, so I met my friend Mary at her workplace down in Deep Ellum (a very funky, fun area just north and east of downtown) and we went to Paco y Mito’s Mexican restaurant.
I knew it was going to be good when we walked in and there were several tables full of three-generation Mexian families, complete with ancient grandmamas and toddlers, all eating and talking.
My tacos al carbón had real rajas in them! Rajas are a kind of green chile that is a little hotter and more bitter than a Hatch chili, but not as hot as a jalapeño, and I haven’t found them in any Mex-Tex places around in quite a while. They are delicious. And then they had freshly-made sopapillas, so Mary and I split an order. No one can accuse me of not taking advantage of every minute of appetite that I can scrounge..
Our waiter, Diego, was most pleased to find a red-headed, green-eyed gringa speaking Spanish, so I am sure that is why Mary and I received a double portion of crema with our one order of sopapillas. Mary took an order of guacamole home with her. I decided against it, as I’d hate to see good food possibly rot in the refrigerator. If I want excellent guacamole, I’ll just go back there.
Biscuit, I do hope that you get all your projects done. Still, I secretly enjoy hearing about all the good reasons that you don’t get your projects done….
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oh god, I am so hungry!!!
3:17 pm: I’m in the homesteading forums trolling headquarters! omg! But drchelo’s post made me hungry, and the place doesn’t look nearly interesting enough to detract me from a meal.
3:26 pm: Well, that’s 9 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. The homesteading forums trolling headquarters is seriously dull. I decide to turn my attention to better things, like food.
3:27 pm: Oh god, what I wouldn’t do for just one lamb shank!
4:41 pm: My evil plan has succeeded, and the Psychotic Farmers Forum has now blocked my IP.
I’d say it wasn’t much of a loss.
I’m rather proud! I only visited the site occasionally, but it was getting to be a waste of time calling them out, then waiting to see if they banned me.
:troll
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