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This week, the contractor and his merry men got started on the addition work we're having done to our house. They knocked down the bump-out downstairs bathroom and boarded over where its door used to be, dug a big fucking hole in our back yard, poured concrete, etc. - we now have a foundation, a dry well (which will be filled with rocks as a drainage solution, which the county required), and a hot mess in the front yard where their Bobcat earth mover has torn it all up. Framing should begin next week. I am very excited and hope that feeling lasts the whole endless time the work is going on. :-)
Today is my day off in my more-or-less 9/80 schedule. I took Himself to the metro around noon so he could head to his conference, and after a doctor's appointment this afternoon I did a couple of errands including hitting the post office. Ever since we moved in, we've still been getting mail addressed to the late former owners of the house - we originally thought the last person to live here was the father of the woman who sold it to us, but we now believe the parents died many years ago and a son with the same first name as the father (but a different middle name, so not Junior) had been living here by himself until he died. (We'd thought it was a very old man living by himself, based on some of the condition of the place, but it could as easily have been a slightly younger, sort of late middle aged, man with special needs.) Anyway, we've been getting mail addressed to all three of them, and every few weeks we send it along to the daughter, who lives in another part of the area; but this time some of what we were sending was a lot of stuff about their homeowners' policy, and obviously what she does with all the insurance and medical and other sorts of correspondence addressed to her parents and her brother is none of our business, but I finally asked at the post office if it was possible to just redirect mail with those names on it to her address in the first place. The initial answer I got was that without a formal change of address request I was on my own, but a more senior person gave me an answer I liked better, because I mean how are the dead former owners going to put in a change of address notice? The manager type took the names of the people whose mail is none of my business and the address where I think they should go and said he'd give it to the carrier, so hopefully their mail stops coming to our house. (And hopefully our mail doesn't stop coming to our house.) I feel good about this.
In other news, a house I pass by on my walk to and from the train on work days had three Christmas trees out for the trash pickup last week. Three. We also happen to know they have three children. I wish I didn't conclude that each kid gets a separate Christmas tree, but that's what I keep coming back to. (It is the biggest house for blocks around, and ostentatiously so - really it's the gate into the driveway that puts it over the top compared to the rest of the neighborhood.) Not that they shouldn't have as many Christmas trees as they want, per kid and otherwise; not that this is actually a judge-worthy event; not that it actually affects me in any way at all. Still makes me sigh.
There is a lot of cleaning and sorting to be done here in the house this evening and tomorrow. I also have to do some laundry and this week's grocery shopping. I love this compressed work schedule, where I've had a whole day off and nevertheless tomorrow is Saturday.
Today is my day off in my more-or-less 9/80 schedule. I took Himself to the metro around noon so he could head to his conference, and after a doctor's appointment this afternoon I did a couple of errands including hitting the post office. Ever since we moved in, we've still been getting mail addressed to the late former owners of the house - we originally thought the last person to live here was the father of the woman who sold it to us, but we now believe the parents died many years ago and a son with the same first name as the father (but a different middle name, so not Junior) had been living here by himself until he died. (We'd thought it was a very old man living by himself, based on some of the condition of the place, but it could as easily have been a slightly younger, sort of late middle aged, man with special needs.) Anyway, we've been getting mail addressed to all three of them, and every few weeks we send it along to the daughter, who lives in another part of the area; but this time some of what we were sending was a lot of stuff about their homeowners' policy, and obviously what she does with all the insurance and medical and other sorts of correspondence addressed to her parents and her brother is none of our business, but I finally asked at the post office if it was possible to just redirect mail with those names on it to her address in the first place. The initial answer I got was that without a formal change of address request I was on my own, but a more senior person gave me an answer I liked better, because I mean how are the dead former owners going to put in a change of address notice? The manager type took the names of the people whose mail is none of my business and the address where I think they should go and said he'd give it to the carrier, so hopefully their mail stops coming to our house. (And hopefully our mail doesn't stop coming to our house.) I feel good about this.
In other news, a house I pass by on my walk to and from the train on work days had three Christmas trees out for the trash pickup last week. Three. We also happen to know they have three children. I wish I didn't conclude that each kid gets a separate Christmas tree, but that's what I keep coming back to. (It is the biggest house for blocks around, and ostentatiously so - really it's the gate into the driveway that puts it over the top compared to the rest of the neighborhood.) Not that they shouldn't have as many Christmas trees as they want, per kid and otherwise; not that this is actually a judge-worthy event; not that it actually affects me in any way at all. Still makes me sigh.
There is a lot of cleaning and sorting to be done here in the house this evening and tomorrow. I also have to do some laundry and this week's grocery shopping. I love this compressed work schedule, where I've had a whole day off and nevertheless tomorrow is Saturday.
