H.o.p. carries his huge stack of drawing paper from the living room to his computer table. He drops part of it. “Stupid gravity!” he exclaims. “I hate gravity!”
He frequently complains about gravity and says he wishes it didn’t exist.
I did not complain about gravity when I was his age.
Sitting on the desk in front of me is my new power supply cord for my scanner which quit working suddenly at the beginning of January. I’ve not tried it out yet to see if it’s the power supply that’s the problem. I don’t want to find out if it’s not. And I’m deep in a project right now where I am pretty much eating, breathing, sleeping it and the scanner is not at this moment essential to my life. Thus the power cord sits upon the desk, still wrapped up.
This has been a water month for us. Walked in the bathroom early yesterday to realize it was flooding. I kept mopping and sopping up with towels and it kept flooding. But from where? Seemed almost as if it was pouring up from beneath the floor. But how? We called the landlord. He drove into town and looked and went and got dressed for work and got George to come in and help him. They spent all afternoon figuring out the problem. Took out the wall behind the sink which has been a nearly nondraining sink since we moved in and was like that a while before we moved in. Whoa, what a smell. A joint to a pipe had corroded out and water apparently had been dumping back there. They fixed, applied bleach, dried it out, sealed back up. Now the sink drains and it looks like (hopefully) that may have been the problem as the bathroom floor is still dry today.
No stories here because I’m writing and rewriting. But I heard some great stories yesterday from the landlord who says he lives in Green Acres.
See why I’m not posting? I’m wringing my brain out daily and there’s nothing left to put here.
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