Grump Central Archive: Week of 8 July 2018

Saturday, 14 July 2018

No news for the week on closing. Don't know if this is good or bad, and I'm not going to assume it's either one. I startled a family of raccoons during the night—dad went up one tree, while mom and their kid scooted up another. It was kind of fun to watch.

Friday, 13 July 2018

Not much to report today. Sarcoidosis is tightening its grip, making it increasingly difficult for me to be productive. But on the plus side, I may soon lose some of my home property, which is actually a good thing.

Thursday, 12 July

It's challenging to strike a balance between hopefulness, inspired by encouraging recent messages, and cynicism, honed by years of direct experience. Nevertheless, the house is now cleaner than it's been in a very long time. If nothing else, it's been a good way to make use of the great weather we've been enjoying this week.

Wednesday, 11 July 2018

I've always worried about Bobby hunting wildlife. Well, here he is relaxing while several squirrels frolicked about six feet away, and a number of birds perched in the bushes right over his head. I don't think they'd do that if he posed a threat. He's really become one seriously lazy cat. (Which is a good thing.)

Tuesday, 10 July 2018

I was wondering why I'd hear fluttering every time I walked into my home's living space. I've finally found out why: I have tenants. I'll let the family be until I'm working on the house again—hopefully by then they'll (literally) be "empty nesters."

Monday, 9 July 2018

Sunday was even nicer than Saturday—cooler and less humid—so I paid some attention to the house. Basically I just cleaned until my knees gave out. Then I sat in the living room for an hour or so, with Bobby happily curled up in my lap, as I watched insects spiral up though brilliant shafts of afternoon sunlight. I could almost believe it will be done someday.

Sunday, 8 July 2018

Wow, what a nice day it was yesterday: 76 degrees and sunny skies. Took a stroll around my house and found an amusing indicator of the sad state of affairs: a vine climbing my unfinished garage. Place your bets on how much higher it will grow before it's removed to finish the wall. Oh, and the kitties are all fine—thankfully! I really don't need another crisis right now.

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