Never enough time

There’s something to be said about being so busy that you forget what it is that makes you relax when in fact, you have the ability to sit down.  My mistake for thinking that once the holidays were over, there would be more time to get back to some of the activities that keep me from being mean to people.  I’m still waiting for all this wishful extra time that I’m on the verge of just taking without regard for anyone around me.  Yup, I’m going to lock myself in my basement office that doesn’t have a locking door handle.  Knocking will just be met with silence or perhaps the occasional chair squeak that happens when I recline then sit back up again.

A few good things have motored my way in the last few weeks though.  There is a new position posted at my workplace that is 80% of what I’ve been doing for the last 9 months.  I have a decent chance of actually getting it as I’m on good terms with all of the interviewers.  While I think that I’ve done what was required in 9 months to demonstrate that I’m ready for the stretch goal this new position would put me into, anything can happen.  Silver lining is that I won’t be losing my job, it’ll just feel like being dropped a peg with a new level of management between me and the CIO.  Time will tell.  I already know that it’s more work of course, making a brain in my head that’s already tense that much more tense.

I think my daughter is being bullied in school.  Being the expert I am on that subject (go to hell bullies from my past), I recognize the signs all too clearly.  Her progress reports are slowly slipping without a noticeable difficulty in homework completion.  She is also not wanting to spend time with any of her friends and is hiding in the basement playing games, watching television, for hours at a time.  My restriction of “screen time” is met with some serious attitude, like way more than usual.  There is also a general lack of enthusiasm for any activities that she used to look forward to each week.  Yeah, she’s definitely being bullied.  The school is full of useless politically correct assholes that are experts in condescending placation when anyone reports suspected bullying.  I just hope that she decides to tell us before it starts to eat up her insides like it did to me.

The whole education system is beyond fixing at this point.  The only way to get a decent education for the kids is to pay ridiculous amounts of money for private school that is only  marginally better than public school.  Cyber schools are an option, but that is a huge commitment for parents that are both working.  Whatever the outcome of any of this, my daughter is the one suffering in the end.  I don’t have the answers right now, not sure if I ever will, but I need to get this suspected bullying taken care of now.

Don’t know when I’ll be able to sit down and write again, but as with previous posts, I do try to get free time.  The forces of life and responsibility have other plans lately.  Stay frosty.

Nothing stays the same

I want to start off by apologizing to all that follow me for my lack of activity the last few months.  Life has been rather hectic this summer so far and there isn’t any reprieve for me in the near future based on what I know is coming.  Sticking to a writing schedule has been difficult when there isn’t much time so spare.  The little downtime I manage to scrape together has been dedicated to real life things that have been pushed off due to unplanned events and not staying up to date on family event scheduling.  There is so much in the summer that needs to be done that doesn’t need to be done any other time of the year.  Making sure the lawn is mowed, yard work, making sure someone is watching my daughter (the wife is now working), parties and of course impromptu weekend get-togethers planned on a whim.

The wife is working now after getting a call from a mutual friend from the firehouse where she volunteers and is now the Treasurer.  Her friend runs their own business and after their book-keeper gave notice, they called my wife and offered her the job.  She accepted and it’s been an exercise in futility trying to work out camp, places for the daughter to go afterwards and changing work-from-home days on fly week to week.  I’m home today for instance, but my normal remote work days are Tuesday/Thursday.  For someone that relies on a weekly routine, it’s been stressful keeping up week to week with the ever changing responsibilities.  The extra money is definitely helping, a lot, but it’s slowly eroding my ability to stay somewhat normal and calm.  I’m finding that driving has started becoming a string of curses at other drivers for doing stupid things, which is how it started last time when I lost my crap across the board a few years ago.  It’s worrisome.

I’ve never liked the summer months.  It’s hot, humid and I’m generally not a happy camper unless I’m inside with ample air-conditioning cooling everything down, including me.  There are actually quite a few things that I don’t really like throughout the year, but tolerate for various reasons.  As long as I can get the downtime I need to tolerate the world, it’s all good.  What isn’t good is how I’m feeling now and not seeing a way back until school starts again for my daughter.  That leaves me with just over three weeks before a semi-normal routine returns to the household and, naturally, to me.

This coming weekend is, at this point, open with nothing planned until Sunday afternoon.  I’m hoping it stays that way.

Home Inspections……

We finally got the list of items that our buyers want fixed in my current home.  It wasn’t a very long list and our inspection report was actually only about 15 pages.  From what I was told, that is a very short report for a home that is over 15 years old.  The issues raised were already known and I knew I would need to fix them.  The buyers, first time home buyers, have consistently attempted to request our washer/dryer.  I get the reasoning, but they are 4 months old, we’re still paying for them, and to be honest the list of items we need to fix don’t even come close to what we paid for them.  No dice buyers, they’re coming with us to our new place.

The inspection report for our new home, by contrast, is 48 pages and is a poster child of what no properly maintaining your home quickly becomes.  The list of requests, that we’re making mandatory to fix, is quite long and includes some really jinky stuff.  One of the most troubling is the fact that the exhaust venting for the heater and water heater (both gas) is literally touching the stud wall and paper covered insulation.  The clearance for a single wall galvanized steel exhaust pipe is 6″ minimum.  It literally is a fire waiting to happen.  The wood was even a toasted brown telling me its been like that for a while.  We’re awaiting the radon test, which will be positive, before sending over our long list of fixes in order to purchase the house.

The experience has been a source of stress, but I’m more open minded knowing that a lot of the repairs required are part of regular maintenance with exception of a few of the safety hazards present.  Overall the house is a good buy and worth the offer we put in on it, provided they agree to the fixes we’re asking for.  If they don’t accept or offer to fix anything, we’re buying the house “as-is” and have a clause in our agreement to walk away.  I would rather they back away instead so that they have to surrender the penalty fee and we can get our home inspection reimbursed.  I had no idea starting this process that I’d be almost $2k in the hole for expenses we had no idea needed to be paid.

I’m looking forward to the settlement when all of this is over, rather, switches from buying stress to new home ownership stress.  Money will be a topic of conversation for the foreseeable future.