Grump Central Archive: Week of 20 September 2020
Saturday, 26 September 2020
Yikes, September's almost over. Honestly, I've no idea where this month went. But then, when the Black Dog is on me (as a good friend describes deep depression), I tend to lose track of time. In fact, these posts are actually the only way I've been able to keep track of time at all. During these episodes, outwardly I must look vaguely like an automaton going though the motions just to make it through the day; inwardly, it's a routine I carry out by rote memory of which I have little real awareness. I've gotten the act down to the point that most people don't even notice... but very close friends can tell. I regret worrying them, but soon enough none of this will matter any more. That time bomb in my chest is still ticking... tick, tick, tick...
Friday, 25 September 2020
One year ago today I'd installed my bathroom sink. I was also tiling the shower, although it didn't come online for another week. I wish I felt better about my accomplishments, but I've descended into another fit of depression.
Thursday, 24 September 2020
Two years ago today I was planning the electric service line, which in this view is the faint orange stripe on the driveway from the center foreground to the right corner of the house; some of the service line conduit is piled under the tree to the right. And there's Bobby keeping an eye on the garage. Back then I still had that crappy used caróbut not for long. Strange to think I've had four cars just since moving here.
Wednesday, 23 September 2020
Three years ago today the house was in the middle of a two-year "slumber" as I awaited the long-delayed commercial property closing. It was such a depressing sight that I had to clean out the bed of leaves that had collected in the main living space. It was the only way I could stand being there.
Tuesday, 22 September 2020
Four years ago today I'd hired a disposal service to remove an enormous pile of construction debris that had accumulated beside the driveway. It wasn't cheap, but it was still a small fraction of what it would have cost to rent a roll-off container. I was lucky: I had acres of woods to hide the unsightly mess from the neighbors.
Moving on, there's been so much bad news lately (hurricanes, fires, COVID), I though a happy story might provide a much-needed smile. It actually made me cry to think there are still people who will take the time and effort to do this.
Monday, 21 September 2020
Five years ago today I was living in the camper and having tree work done. If I'd had a crystal ball back then and could have seen where things were headed, I'd have taken a very different path.... I might have sold the property and just rented a double-wide. Who knows? Who cares? It is what it is.
Sunday, 20 September 2020
Still got nothing.
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