Grump Central Archive: Week of 23 December 2018

Saturday, 29 December. Yesterday morning was spent running errands; the afternoon was spent wasting time—I was totally unmotivated. I'm supposed to have a visit from the HVAC contractor either today or tomorrow, which should put me on the road to whole-house heat—a milestone to be sure.


Friday, 28 December. We're still experiencing an unusually warm trend, with days in the low 40s, and nights in the low 30s—we've yet to have a day that didn't rise well above freezing. Today is expected to be rainy, adding to the record amount of rainfall we've had this year.


Thursday, 27 December. As the house gradually becomes more livable—through a combination of some degree of warmth plus sumptuous music—I'm spending more time there. It's very slowly becoming home.


Wednesday, 26 December. A little glimmer of warmth on the horizon: the heat pump might get installed the first week in January. It will nearly tap me dry for the time being, but it will create a much more workable environment, and move me one step closer to a temporary CO.


Tuesday, 25 December. A year ago today things looked like this. Aside from having lost a number of the Mountain Laurels to a bunch of freak Nor'easters last spring, things look the same today. However, this year the weather is more temperate—the ground hasn't even frozen yet. And that's good news for connecting the well to the house. But finances being the way they are, I'm not sure if I can get to that point anytime soon. We'll see...


Monday, 24 December. A good portion of the day yesterday was spent engaged in an act of pure hedonism: listening to music on a brand-new-four-year-old stereo. However, in the process of unearthing said stereo, I discovered something very bad: my storage container has sprung a leak. Unless I can fix it, the bulk of my worldly possessions—including all of my modeling stuff—is at risk. I simply cannot finish my house fast enough!


Sunday, 23 December. At the threshold of winter, yesterday's sole accomplishment was a run to the recycling center in a car packed to the gills with cut-down cardboard and big bags of insulation wrappers. Admittedly pretty pitiful, but it was about all my back could stand. Today's image is from exactly one year ago, and things look the same. And on that day I also wrote the same thing I'd write today:

"The holidays are nigh, and I'm often asked what I do for Christmas; I answer, the same things I do any other day. Some people express sadness or regret for my not spending the day with family or friends. But the 25th for me is just another day of the year; likewise for New Year's. I'm not sad or lonely, and I don't mind being alone. I've never thought of any holiday as being special in any way. Besides, they were established by other people. We should each create our own special days to celebrate—that way they'll have true personal meaning."

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