Labour Day

Funny, isn't it, how on Labo(u)r Day we have the day off work?

I'd forgotten just how wonderful 3 day weekends are. On the first day you get stuff done. On the second day you relax (and cram a few more odd jobs in). And on the third day you say "Holy Shit! I overslept! I gotta go....oh.wait..." Big sigh of relief, and you relax some more.

Except in my case I didn't oversleep. Not an option with Bucket the Bottomless in the house. He is forever starving to death. And he reallys knows his clocks, too. Every morning he must be fed by 6:30-6:45, and every evening at the same time. He can be perfectly fine--playing with Delilah, chillin' at my feet, or dozing in the next room--but let the clock strike 6:45 without food on the floor and he becomes a whiney, cranky monster. Shoves his face in my lap, mopes around whining, gives me those "Oh-woe-is-me-my-momma-hates-me-and-won't-give-me-any-supper" looks. So, yeah. I was up at the butt crack of dawn this morning.

And it was COLD outside! I actually put on my swishy pants to sit out on the deck and read for a bit. Left them on to take the dogs for a walk. Insanity. When it came time to continue the expanding foam sealant job on the fascia boards (one of the repairs we have to do to seal the deal), however, I chucked the pants for ratty soccer shorts. Latex foam is more forgivable on 15 year old shorts than on brand new (everything's relative) swishy pants.

Anyway I'm a little sore today, but it probably has to do with stepping through the ceiling yesterday. Oh, I didn't blog specifically about that? Chalk it up to embarrassment. I was up there cleaning out the lint vent from the dryer (yet another repair on the list). There is a small section right above....something. It's not the water heater, it's the other big appliance that you keep in the garage or somewheres out of sight. Anyway. There is a small section of attic ceiling that is only drywall--no plywood decking. After the new roof went on last fall, the attic became a pit of dust and (wait--can an attic become a pit?) nails and wood bits...it all looked the same. I couldn't tell that this one little 12x12 bit was not safe to bear weight. Luckily I only had one foot on it, but I went through up to my hip. I can tell you, it was one of the scariest things I've done in a long while. Not because I was scared of being hurt, mind you. I was terrified that I'd just put a huge hole in the ceiling of the laundry room! Thankfully, the chunk of drywall broke off cleanly inside that utility closet, and there was already a huge vent hole cut out, so it's not really even noticeable. Whew. Anyway, I'm sore.

The dogs are crackers outside.

I've been trying to clean up the house a little bit because I'm sure the Structural Engineer person will need to come inside to check for cracks or other evidence of...whatever happens to stucturally unsound homes. I think that at least one of the buyers will probably be here too, so I don't want to have the house all trashy. Like somewhere in my little brain I actually think they might cancel the deal because there is a bit more dog hair on the floor than they remember? Eesh.

So tomorrow we find out A) if the house passes structural muster and B) whether we have a home to move to in Phoenix. I'm a bit nervous about all of it, honestly. Keep us in your good mojo thoughts, won't you?