Grump Central Archive: Week of 4 March 2018

Saturday, 10 March 2018

Although it's not yet set in stone, the property buyer has tentatively agreed to continue the monthly payments, and include a one-time lump sum payment that's exactly one-tenth of what I'd require—barely enough to cover past due property taxes. But they weren't budging, and it was better than the alternative of cancelling the contract and placing myself at risk of being sued. Meanwhile, yet another nor'easter is bearing down on us. Give me a break...

Friday, 9 March

Power was just restored around 6 AM today, which meant it was out for over 36 hours. Since I'd lived off-grid for roughly three years, it wasn't a big deal, but it was still quite inconvenient, particularly with respect to staying in touch via email. Naturally, a whole bunch of stuff went down while I was offline, including a pending payment deal, and it'll take me a little while to sort it all out. The storm damage was significant, including a hole punched in the roof of my unfinished house...

Thursday, 8 March 2018

Wow, nor'easter Quinn (who comes up with these names?) really hammered us but good. Power went out around 5 PM yesterday, and has not come back on, so I'm posting this courtesy of a UPS that's giving me a half-hour of computer time. Lots more to tell, but I must obviously cut this short so I can go about setting up a generator and starting a fire—it's 48 degrees in the cabin...

Wednesday, 7 March 2018

I'm really sick of winter. The nor'easter has arrived, and is starting to dump most anything that falls from the sky—rain, sleet, snow, you name it. Predictions are pretty vague on how much of this crap to expect, running from three to seven inches. Did I say I was sick of winter?

Tuesday, 6 March 2018

Oh, great—another nor'easter on the way tonight. Looks like I'll be shopping today for provisions.

Monday, 5 March

It's back to the same old grind: hammering people for answers, getting nothing, or just as bad, getting unacceptable answers.

Sunday, 4 March 2018

Six months from now, when the current extension ends, I predict two things: one, my half-built home will have begun rotting away, and two, they'll ask for yet another extension. I need a backup plan, so rather than sitting around drinking or sobbing (or both), I've begun searching for a new place to live—just in case. Meanwhile, we're returning to colder weather, with a predicted low close to the teens tonight.

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