Yeah, they got all of that set up, there's nothing my uncle can legally do, except drive the 45 minutes and convince her that he never robbed her and fuck with her and my dad emotionally. He's out of the will, has no access to her money anymore. It's just that his name is on half the house, which is why he showed up, to be able to get his share of that money before it actually sells, probably hoping to get more than what it will actually sell for now that the roof has been damaged (and be absolved of any repairs). He didn't even make face time for when she wound up in the hospital.

I suppose a restraining order would solve things...

Wow, what a mess, Juliebird. I have no idea what the best thing is, just sympathy.

I have made four salads and a peach cake. Now to eat the salads! Not tonight; this week. I will dig into the cake tonight, though.

Holy crap, these peaches are amazing. If I weren't a little allergic, I would just eat them up. As it is, cooked is better.

Unrelatedly, if you've fractured ribs, how hard is it to get your shoes and socks on and off?

It's not so much difficult as painful.

I am out of toilet paper, and I am not wearing pants. I should put on some pants and go buy toilet paper, shouldn't I, rather than leave it for tomorrow?

Yes, you probably should.

Unless you want to use your pants for toilet paper.

t sigh Fine. Be reasonable and grown-up and all that. I see how you are.

MOTHERFUCKER. The outside gfi outlet? The one I had installed in 2009 and died in the 2010 blizzards? And that my dad replaced last October? Died again in last night's storms. At least this time I know the signs and how to replace it. It's in a fucking weatherproof box! Apparently NSM. I'm gonna put a condom over it. Or at least a ziploc bag. I NEED my outdoor lights, damnit. (The box is below deck, but feeds to one on the deck. When it fries, it takes out the deck outlet.)

I will let someone local know before I attempt to play with electricity, promise. Anna's expecting me around to go on our porches' roof to trim tree limbs later tomorrow, anyway.

I spent my day marketing and the usual shopping (plus extra CO2 bottle and goggles,) weepily listening to TAL's Rakoff sendoff, swimming, laundry and reading the Blogess's book.

ita, you'll let us B'moreans know if you've got availability, right? And if you're keen to stay in a cat-infested house, you are totally welcome, you'll even get a key to come and go at will... and the wifi password.

Absolutely, sarameg. Though, please move your city south in the meanwhile!

(Oh, and why get married near Christmas? I have to take time off to go home for that, and then time to go to your wedding? Whine, whine, whine...why is this wedding not all about ME???)

No, seriously--her wedding is the weekend The Hobbit opens (yeah, that's in my calendar). She is fucking lucky I love her.