Back At It

The five days off were a blessing, and a welcome relief. But we're back at work today, with varying degrees of regret.

There was a small mountain of mail awaiting my return, after only two days off, but it was duly opened, read, entered, processed, forwarded, et cetera, by 0800.

It's nice to have the experience to be able to solve problems, resolve issues, and generally make things happen. But there are more and more days wherein I'd rather not have to be the one who has to care about it. It's not that I don't care, mind; it's just that I've apparently passed That Certain Age where things which were once important, if not critical, just go by the wayside. And that bothers me.
A little bit.

But even that concern is slowly fading.

There are friends and acquaintances here who are roughly the same age, and they've all noticed it. So many things which were once of dire importance just don't seem to be all that substantial, anymore.

And there are so many things I still want to do, around the house. And my writing has been neglected for months, as we focused on the purchase of that house, plus all the projects, improvements, and so forth.

Just as an example, my bride and I were watching TV last night. That's not surprising, although I couldn't say whether either of us was paying much attention. But when the coil spring on garage door #1 decided to break in two and unwind explosively, directly underneath her recliner, it got our attention.

It's a sound I've heard before, and therefore knew exactly what it was.

So this morning we contact the home warranty company, once again being thankful that our realtor impressed upon us the importance thereof. Garage door springs are covered, you see, with only a $100 deductible.

Thank you, Cindy. :)

Despite the Morning's News

We didn't do anything special for the 4th, choosing rather to stay home and enjoy our new digs. A person (or persons) unknown, within a 1/3 mile or so, set off some rather large boomers on Sunday night, and then again yesterday afternoon. So we didn't see any fireworks, but sure heard them.

 

We chose rather to keep working and unpacking things in the garage. We finally have all but 2 or 3 totes unpacked. There is one large car-load of things headed to local thrift stores, and another load of Christmas decorations headed to a local behavioral health hospital, where the kids will enjoy them.
 

This morning, my wife and I built shelves which now hang all the way across the garage ceiling, along one side of the main beam. They're 32 1/4" deep, with about 14" or 16" of headroom. Most of the empty suitcases, hard-shell rifle cases, and all the spare lumber/trim/flooring for the house is up there.
 

Then we went out for lunch to a place here in our new town. It wasn't bad, but we've had better, and for less money. Oh, well; you never know until your try.
 

It has been raining, off and on, since about 9:30 this morning. AccuHunch guesses it'll keep on through tomorrow, and stop raining on Thursday when we go back to work.
 

Of course. :)