The Pair

How the hell can I be so stupid and blind for so fucking long? Thank God, I've always been a journaling type (thanks to Catholic school typing class) because it helps to have a relief. It also gives me a nice little record of how screeewwwweed I'm getting right now.

This was inevitable, but I thought it would be a little nicer.

It's hard to believe you can live, work, and play with the same person every day and know so little about them? Or maybe I did know and just chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be the first time.

Things are already getting better, though. The office is almost organized, I have a plan for getting through the next week, and then we will just go from there. Sounds like the Prozac talking. No wonder AmberGrace is like the dead on this stuff.

This lack of communication, though, will not fly with me. If you know me, not only do I tell you every-fucking-thing my pea-brain is thinking, but most of the time, it's at a dog-pitch level. I just don't care to have to guess what others are thinking or why they are behaving like they are and thus don't want people to have to "guess" what's on my mind. Trust me, it's usually clearly spoken, but sometimes my thought processes and decision making vary throughout the day, depending on which Twin is out at the time.

So our little makeshift team of cottage builders and I meet Drew at the "house". I liked the comment we made when writing to Baby Bro (aka my investor) - "it has adorable features like the naturally created skylight with the oak branch sticking out of it."

Funny.

CR and I are going to have it out about whether to tear down the back addition and build a deck with another room, or reno the existing. In other words, go through the tortuous permitting process or fix what's there. However, when I described the back of this house to Bro, I told them that 3/4ths of the "floor" was sitting on CMU block and the other corner was being held up with a fucking car jack!!!! I shit you not.

Let's see, knowing me and my aforementioned opinionated communication techniques, who do you think will win this one? Actually, Bro is the one to make the final decision and he knows better than to not back yours truly.

I wanted to go back over there today and get pictures, but it was raining and since the skylight really does have a 12" oak branch sticking through it, I didn't feel like swamping it. Too bad the branch didn't take out the shitty appliances.

But, I got good ju-ju when I walked in the door. Kinda like a little house saying, "I'm really just a cottage with a tiny yard on a 'quiet' corner. OK, that's sappy, but you get my drift. CR wants this horrible two story burn job, but that simply will not happen. Besides, except for the kitchen, the windows are new (cheap, but one hell of a lot more eco-friendly than mine), the floors are heart of pine in good condition, and except for that little hiccup in the kitchen, the ceiling a roof line look solid. NO CR, I'm not hiring a fucking structural engineer to come out and give me an idea of it's integrity, considering we are only talking $60K. I really like the idea of working on a project so close to this house so I can go over there during Vampire Hours, which are actually getting better, and work.

Alas, speaking of work, it's late for this possum and I have a shittttttllllooooaaad to do tomorrow and all I want to do is work on my porch and basement. ARRRGGGG!