Sweetie had to be nearly at death's door before agreeing to hire a plumber to finish the bathroom! A few doctor visits, new medications and some strong words from me helped!
Tomorrow's the day the plumber shows up.
As with most hired help in these parts it's sit and wait and sit and wait some more. He was supposed to start Monday, then Tuesday. Now it's tomorrow.
Sweetie says we'll move the washer and dryer out to the deck once the guy steps through the door. The plumbing and propane will be off for two days so we've all had our showers. The new water heater and walk in shower are in the truck bed backed up to the deck. The bathroom and two lower kitchen cabinets have been packed up and boxes line the living room. Buckets are filled with water and the grill will see lots of service.
Sweetie's son arrived here Monday for a two week stay so he's bunking in the motor home. There are now three men hear who all either are invalids or act like one. Dad's worrying about all the details and called a nephew downstate today. "I think it would be better if I drove down there tomorrow." After they hung up I received an email from cousin. "He's not serious, is he?"
Of course he is! Tomorrow, if he's in the same frame of mind, he'll be hunting for his car keys 'cause he's in no shape to drive!
I have an early morning blood draw, then an appointment with the township assessor. We're selling three acres at the west end of our land - that which surrounds Harley man whose outbuilding encroaches on our land. Our new neighbor to the north - who already owns 43 acres - wants to ensure that there is no hunting or trashing. Because he's of like mind and we've decided to downsize we've agreed to the sale. The money will help pay down our mortgage and we're still left with almost nine acres.
Sweetie's son brought us a Dell laptop with Windows 7. Tomorrow he transfers files from this computer and I'll post lots of tools, the tractor, brush hog and snow blower on Craigslist. More cash to pay down debt or save for future needs.
My worse nightmare is that Sweetie will die before I collect Social Security (if it's around in 6 years). If he passes on before then I am poop up a creek because I have no steady income. This mortgage must be gone!
So that's part of what's going on around here.
Through all these stressful times I'm grateful we're preppers. It's ONE thing I don't have to worry about. Groceries, toiletries and cleaning supplies are crammed in every nook and cranny.
Take care and thanks to all of you for your prayers and so forth. Treesong