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I live here now

And still it rained. We’ve had a bucket under a leak in the kitchen for weeks now and one starting in the hall.

Saturday morning before coffee, we hear a noise. The ceiling above the stove had finally become so weak and saturated the whole panel came crashing down. Bad enough. That it fell directly onto the stove was worse. But worst of all, it brought down old insulation and the detritus of generations of rats and mice, must’ve been a layer of unimaginable filth four inches deep.

I wore a respirator to tackle it. I ain’t breathing that shit.

The rains have stopped (supposedly) but now we have to find someone to fix it. Not easy.

So I Googled SADS and VR and I live here now.

It’s a silly application that lets you walk around sunny places and interact with goofy animals that don’t acknowledge you (they missed a trick here – I can’t be the only user who pet the deer) and plant trees and whatever. It isn’t bright enough to treat real SADS, but I probably don’t have real SADS, I’m just sick of the endless wind and rain.

It’s stupid and pointless but it cheered me up no end.


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: November 28, 2022, 10:25 pm

Horrors! When you write “stove,” do you mean the stove what heats or the stove that cooks? (My second father always said “cook stove.”) Either way, you have my sympathy. Won’t your insurance company help you find someone to make repairs, especially since your house is historical or old, or something.

Comment from BJM
Time: November 28, 2022, 10:31 pm

@Stoaty eeeww!!!

In Oct a doe came in through the open front gates and later jumped the fence, her two fawns were left behind. They still had spots and she jumped the fence to nurse them for about a week. They were panicked at first but as mum stayed nearby outside the fence, they decided to stay. Fish & Game said to let them be and they’d jump the fence when it took their fancy.

So for the next month we had a pair of fawns gamboling around our property & lazing in the sun. I did not know that deer love to play and chase each other, much like horses and dogs do. Every morning they’d belt around the place…it was a joy to watch.

They dutifully trimmed the roses, the willow trees, grape vines and stripped the fig and apple trees of leaves and fruit. Deer eat pepper plant leaves, but not the peppers, same with green beans…they left some very weird looking end-of-season plants in the veggie garden. They were so danged cute.

Last week they left in the night, and our property seems empty and kinda lonely now.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 28, 2022, 11:49 pm

Looks awesome Stoaty. The nature thing is so cool.

Comment from Drew458
Time: November 29, 2022, 2:43 am

Take extra vitamin D and find a tanning salon. I read a lifetime ago in Nat Geo how this improved life of indigenous Alaskans and Siberians. Sadness from lack of sunlight , which causes D deficiency.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: November 29, 2022, 3:09 pm

Stoaty, poor Stoaty. I also have sympathy for Uncle Badger but, being a badger, and an Englishman, sympathy is beneath him. He shall press on regardless, and carry you through this, good man, er, Badger that he is. I shall simply salute him.

On the theory that the weather is cold and miserable, the roof is leaking, and the kitchen is …. a mess…. I would propose retreating to a lovely little well-heated nearby Inn until the workmen are organized and in action, visiting the house only long enough to feed cats and chickens and keep the workers on track.

It’s only money you know… what are you saving it for when you could be warm, well-fed, and dry? Seriously…think: what better could you do with your money? There. It’s decided. Yes, yes, Weasel, you can bring your imaginary world with you.

Don’t argue with yer old uncle Vegetable now, just do it dammit.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 29, 2022, 4:21 pm

Deborah: Cook stove. Gross. We do our best not to invoke insurance if we don’t have to. Plays merry hell with the premiums the following year.

Eh, Some Veg. We like to sleep in our own bed. It isn’t that bad – yet. Next week the temps drop.

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