September 28, 2011



RJ's sod roof & tower on North side



East side of RJ's cabin (no sod)



Monday was a typical Seattle day - cold and rainy.  We both found plenty to do inside and were especially cozy with a fire in the wood stove.  I attacked a couple more boxes and JB worked on his computer.  His hobby is antique Indian glass trade beads.  We got into that when we were rendezvousing and actually published some articles on the beads which JB has since put on-line.  I spent time shredding tax returns going back to 1978.  I have no idea why we had kept them that far back.  Just put the last seven years worth into a box, which I will probably find in ten years and shred.

Monday afternoon I had that moment of elation when you realize that what was wrong is now right and the stabbing pain had shrunk down to a dull ache.  Life was good once again.  I know I mentioned previously that attitude is everything and we are ultimately responsible for our actions and choices.  Well, when I am hurting and the doctor can't figure out why and I have to pay a lot of $$$ for him to not know, I choose to get angry.  Not the best course of action, I know, but this time that was my choice.  Sometimes staying angry is cathartic.  I think doctors should be like most other professionals - if you don't produce the necessary results, you don't get paid.

I actually think this doctor doesn't care for me personally.  The first time I saw him I bitched about increased health care premiums with less coverage thanks to our socialist president.  He commented that he was not in the habit of discussing politics with his patients.  I commented right back that maybe he should, as he might learn the truth.  Turns out that he has more than one patient who absolutely needs care and prescriptions but isn't getting them because they cannot afford it.  Fortunately I can use one of those no-interest Visa checks to pay this time and take six to eight months to pay it off.  Thank you, Obama!  (I think I had a pinched nerve that got unpinched.  Unfortunately, Obama pinches all my nerves.)

Also on Monday, I hung the laundry inside to dry for the first time since our wet Spring.  Thank goodness for our high ceiling in the great room.

Before JB left for Seattle last Friday, he received his Father's Day card from Jake which included a nice monetary gift.  Better late than never!  So while on his trip, JB spent it on the newest season of Castle and Burn Notice that are out, and a couple books he had been wanting to get.  I know that many of you like-minded people out there have already enjoyed these series, but we will save them for winter, which starts in November around here.  However we did watch the first episode of each one as they both had cliff-hanger endings last season.

Tuesday was dry and mostly overcast til the afternoon, so we were able to work outside.  JB had finished painting the spar varnish on the wooden sides and bottom of the little trailer, so he painted the bottom side of the bottom with the little bit of deck sealer we had left.  Then he painted the undercarriage with the rest of the Rustoleum.  Found out we need new lights, but at least on Thursday he can put everything else together.  I went down to RJ's to help.   He has to go back to Seattle tomorrow and just has a few things to finish.  I cleaned up all the construction scraps so he wouldn't have to come back to a mess the end of next week.  He is done with all the basic construction of his "tower", and has most of the roof covered with sod.  Amazing!

When I got back I was able to split two loads of the smaller pieces that JB had brought back from his brother's.  JB moved the full wheel barrow to the wood shed both times and I stacked the wood. 

Today we are all going Down There to run a few errands and pick up the last load from our storage unit.  Hooray!!  I think I have a place for the table, but the trunk may have to go in JB's shop.  Or maybe I can store blankets in it that are in the loft.  Who knows?  I truly believe that smaller is better in this - or any - day and age, but I sometimes wish I had maybe another 100 square feet of space. . .