Grump Central Archive: Week of 19 January 2020
Saturday, 25 January 2020
Still reeling from the septic system news—on top of the worst bout of Sarcoidosis in years—I've been looking for some sort of distraction. I've not found any. So I'm left wondering what unspeakable evil I've done to deserve such misfortune. Were it not for my cats and friends, I'd be tempted to just walk away from it all and become a homeless person.
Friday, 24 January 2020
Yesterday started off quite well: a neighbor offered me a handsome pile of firewood—the view above was the first of two loads, the second being four times larger. But then the day quickly deteriorated. The septic engineer showed up to gather more samples, and proceeded to spend the next five hours digging holes all over the disposal field trying to find something usable. The problem: it would appear the fill material was contaminated with clay. The solution: if the second set of samples does not yield acceptable test results, one more test will be performed in situ. And if that fails... the system may need to be torn out and rebuilt. The only bright side to it is that it won't cost me a dime, just a whole lot of stress and inordinate delays—this could push the compliance approval from the Health Department well into spring, and (more worrying) test the patience of the Township. I am really, really, really tired of this. I am weary beyond words, and deeply despondent.
Thursday, 23 January 2020
I haven't had a Sarcoid attack this bad since I contracted Lyme in 2015. Having the cats in the house with me is now more important than ever—I think I'd otherwise go mad.
Wednesday, 22 January 2020
I've just learned that one of my septic field fill tests for the County Health Department has failed (not surprising, really, since the system has been in use for eight months now). However, the engineers are confident they can collect a different sample and get the test to pass. Basically this just means another two weeks have been added to the process. *Sigh*
Tuesday, 21 January 2020
I accomplished something yesterday, although admittedly it was entirely non-critical, and my back is none too happy about it, so I'll be returning to less physical activities today. Last night was one of the coldest so far this season, which meant sleep was frequently interrupted by stove-stoking.
Monday, 20 January 2020
A year ago today, life was quite different. The insulation was just finished, and I was a few days away from having heat. And of course I was still living in the cabin, while my kids were still in the camper. That seemed to be my "normal," which wasn't going to change for another four months. Even "sudden" changes back then were so gradual that it often seemed as though the journey would be eternal, and strangely it's no different today: it will soon be a year since I applied for a TCO, and progress on that front is so glacial that it may as well never happen.
Sunday, 19 January 2020
I know other areas were hit hard, but here the latest winter storm yesterday was yet another nothingburger, and all of the snow was gone by morning. I spent the better part of the day just tending a fire and watching it snow—acute fatigue leaves me disinclined to do anything, constructive or otherwise.
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