This old man
Nemo is getting old. It just started to hit me today as he needed a little help to lay on his blanket conveniently located on the corner of the couch facing the door. As this is the only pet I can tolerate he is afforded comforts not normally allowed k9 members of out family. I’m posting this because I’ll be pissed if the bladder control problem pet outlives this idiot. There is so much going on right now I can barely keep track. We are waiting for the cement under the garage to cure so we can start framing. I need to get a gutter guy to delete one downspout and add another on the side of the house.
Then there is the drainage we need to fix. The sump pump needs a new ejector line and I need drain tiles along the sides of the new garage. I have to get bids from a couple electricians as well as a landscaper or two and a carpenter to build the deck. I was just informed that the front yard can’t look like crap after the blacktop is torn out and we need to delete the garage door before winter so I can covertly work on the room when the weather breaks bad. I also need someone to spray foam insulate the new garage and the appendix hanging off the front of the house. If I can turn them both into giant insulated coolers conditioning will be a breeze. There is a tiny little part of me that would like to call it quits right now and put in a basketball hoop but I just keep telling myself that the grand opening of the garage signals the rebirth of Lizapalooza.
We could use a good palooza round here. I’ve just got to get this all done in a week as I get ready for an almost 20 day travel run. Awesome.