The Promised Real Update

K has just been a little ball of energy today, she’s worn me out. Turns out it’s my fault: she didn’t have any breakfast before I picked her up since she wasn’t hungry and while we were in town grabbing some stuff she just had to have the cookies with the pink frosting so I got them. Yes, I gave a four-year-old with an empty stomach sugar cookies with frosting. I guess I got what I deserved.

We made it down to the river and back, and honestly I don’t know what the fuss is. There’s a small flat spot at the bottom of the path, and I do mean small. I;m not even sure there’s room for a picnic cloth. And the path is horrid, it really needs to be repaired or a boardwalk-type path that you’d find in a national park constructed. Either way is good for me.

Had the strangest dream last night: I was with Kirara (Key-lah-lah), from Inuyasha and we were fighting some kind of demons, but while I was riding her I was using everyone’s weapons because they weren’t there. That was totally weird. Anyone want to take a shot at an interpretation? Good luck…

My schedule at work has been re-arranged because our month-end inventory won’t actually be at the end of the month, it’ll be this coming Wednesday and I was supposed to be off. Since they can’t seem to count with me actually there, it was decided not to take a chance of me not being there. If that particular hourly manager is back from leave, I’m not letting her do anything without me standing over her shoulder. As a matter of fact, I’ll probably have her standing over my shoulder while I do the counting.

The mailbox at my parents’ cabin is still not up. My dad didn’t even buy the new post. If he’d at least done that I could have handled the installation, I just don’t have the hundred or so dollars for the post and quick-crete.

Not sure if I mentioned it, but in an effort to make things a little easier on the next tenant at my apartment, I’m re-doing the cable and satellite wires where they come into the house (they are both just drilled through the wall, there are no boxes, spray-foam, vapor barrier, etc.). The only problem I’ve run into is when they drilled through the wall to run the cable wire in they DRILLED THROUGH A STUD and just left it. And they didn’t drill through the wide part of the stud like you’d do to run electrical wires, they drilled through the entire width of the stud. Oh my. So I’ll have them combined into one box, repair the drywall from the inside, use the entry holes on the outside to fill all three voids with spray foam, then use wood filler (as opposed to silicone caulking) to repair the two old holes and use wood putty to fill in the spaces in the entry hole I’m actually using. It should look pretty good once I get everything sanded and painted. Shouldn’t take more than a quart of paint for each color (and probably not even that much, but that’s the smallest mixed color size I can buy around here) a little bit of sandable drywall mud, and some wood filler. The most expensive thing will probably be the spray foam. I’ll probably use one can per void just to make sure I’m stopping all the air and what all since the vapor barrier was either removed or not installed in the first place.

I’ve had to fix a few other things too, things that tell me my landlord either did the finishing work himself without a contractor or hired a contractor that neglected to pull permits for the work. And it was small stuff, stuff you learn from watching This Old House or almost any other home improvement show, so I’m leaning towards the first option. If a licensed contractor made these mistakes he needs to have his license pulled. Seriously.

K has decided that she’s going to bed now, which is inconvenient at best since she isn’t staying the night. Oh well, not my problem.

K told me today that she has a boyfriend, and his name is L. She’s a bit of a cougar, I think he’s only eighteen months old. She moves fast, too: they’ve already started taking baths together. He’s the son of the people her daddy is living with, and it’s good she’s got someone younger she can interact with on a regular basis. I think always being the youngest in the group takes a toll on people, no matter what age they are.

I thought there was more I wanted to say, but I’ll go for now. I’m sure anything else can wait for another entry.