In my next life, I would like to put my name in to come back as a handyman. I am very over having to wait for others to get things done.
I started rounding up someone to reinstall my fencing in April. It is almost July and it's 1/3 done. I'm not complaining about the quality of the work, as this young fellow is doing a splendid job with the existing fencing (which I was told had to be completely replaced...by yet another local 'expert'). The posts are pounded solidly in. The fencing is pulled as taut as possible, straightened and reclipped. But holeymotherofzeus, it's moving at a snail's pace.
El Blimpo (aka Linden) has gotten out three times, the latest being yesterday. There is nothing like pulling into the driveway after a harrowing commute to find your fat sheep mowing your lawn. With the dogs barking like lunatics (legs crossed) and the above-referenced young fellow pulling into the driveway behind me, it was touch-and-go getting fatboy back through the gate, with all the external factors - stranger, noisy dogs, cars in the road. After getting him safely back to where he belonged, I did a perimeter check and he had either squeezed under or climbed over a section that had not been fixed yet.
The deposit has been mailed to the chimney people. I had called the insurance company and, yes, they would cover it. But...my deductible was less than $200 below the estimate. I have to pony up the dough. This will entail my taking apart my bed, dealing with the fleece and taking vacation time. I sure know how to have fun! I am not in a hurry, as I still have to come up with the balance and that will take some finagling. While I have my bedroom in tear-down mode, I am going to try and get someone (hahahahahaha) in to replace the ceiling fan and, while I have a live body, fix a dead outlet and remove the VW sized microwave/fan combo from over my stove and replace it with a hood. I guess I had better start now, as it seems to take months to actually get someone to show up.
On a positive note, Layla and her new person are going gangbusters! It is a veritable love fest, from all accounts. This makes me so happy. I have rebuffed two other foster offers, as I am still making up with my two petunias. Butters has finally relaxed slightly, but he is still clingier than usual. As is Lovey. At least she has lost her worry lines.
I have taken this weekend off, as far as going to VT or anywhere else, for that matter - other than my work-for-vege stint at the farm. This means that the to-do list has reached chapter book status. I'll try not to wear you all out with my Monday post... There is a slight chance of rain (pleasegod) so I have an alternate (PB) list for the inside. It's time to make the rhubarb BBQ sauce, a rhubarb kuchen and Scotch eggs. I believe I am covered, no matter what the weather.