Well Scrappy the Cat had a vet appointment because he is still having issues with his face... and he has disappeared. Possibly he got out...although he is very skittish about the doors. Possibly he is hiding somewhere , just very very well. It's a mystery and surprising.
What is not surprising is the news that M's 7 yr old (6 yr old?) niece has been exposed to Covid on the school bus. I guess they found it out while she was at school so the school is letting her finish the day and then she can't go back until next Monday as long as she is symptom free. No one in their household , as far as I know, has been vaccinated.
And Scrappy came sauntering out of.. somewhere in the kitchen... he was either behind the fridge or found a pocket dimension to hide in because we looked everywhere else.
Planned power outages only slightly more fun than unplanned ones.
Yay for found Scrappy.
Poor DH is having a horrible time fixing the bathroom here. So much more complicated and tasking than anticipated. His back is improving, but he should be resting it and not working. He fixes one leak and another place leaks, rinse repeat multiple times now. I feel horrible that his entire time here is doing miserable construction work.
I did arrange at least a couple of days with fun stuff. On Wednesday we are going with son & gf to Niagra Falls. Staying overnight there, then Thursday visiting Watkins Glen [link] on the way back. I'll still have to work of course, but my busiest time is in the morning so I'll work while the rest of the crew sleeps in. My son is content to spend all his non-working hours playing video games, but his girlfriend would like to actually go places and do things. He is excited about the day trips though so maybe he will do more in the future. They don't get two days off together in a row very often.
M and his mom went to his sister's last night. M stayed outside, didn't hug the kids, his mom did give his niece a brief hug.
His niece's exposure happened on Thursday. She hasn't been tested yet but she needs to be because he dad can't go back to work until she gets a negative test result.
I'm trying to figure out if this counts as possible exposure for me.
My cute little mini Kindle Fire tablet has died. I'm 99% sure it's the charging port, you can get replacements online, but actual installation is beyond my meager skills. I've gotten quotes for $99-$120 to repair it. Meanwhile, last I looked I could get a brand new one for 40ish bucks. I HATE this "everything is disposable" outlook. But I really can't justify paying 2 1/2 to 3 times the cost of a new one for repairs. Still hoping I can get a tinkery local friend to take a shot at it, but no luck so far. So frustrating!
I understand, Epic. It's a turvy topsy world.
Looks like they've evacuated all of South Lake Tahoe in advance of the Caldor Fire. JZ's family has a summer home there, right on the water. It was her grandfather's place where she grew up spending summers there. Her uncle owns it now (not his primary residence) and the whole family uses it from time to time. The way the fire's going now, I'm not sure it's going to survive.
You can see the fireline encroaching on the south end of the lake on this map: [link]
Oh I'm so sorry. I'm glad no one lives there but after JZ's dad's house burning I just...this feels like the worst timeline.
Thanks, askye, but I feel... weirdly indifferent. The house hasn't been *the* house in a very long time. At first it was one of only three houses on the block and whenever we went up there were acres of open fields to wander through, or plop down in and hide in the long grass and listen to summer insects, or make snow angels and watch the dog go bonkers with delight in the winter. Then all the other houses came crowding in and although there was still that breathtaking view from the back, from the front it just looked like a suburban neighborhood in Anywhere, USA (except for the big rusting anchor my grandfather, the sailor, had plonked into a hillock of tanbark--that was un-suburban and eccentric).
Then after my grandfather died the house went to my uncle, and his wife took down a bunch of what she considered to be junk and hung up a bunch of quilts, and they both ditched about 2/3 of the books, and all but about 20 of the owls Nana had spent a lifetime collecting, and all her encouraging Alcoholics Anonymous placards, and a lot of the family photos and all the vintage magazines and and and. It's a large, reasonably well-appointed, nice place to go if you're well-off and want easy access to the lake in summer and the slopes in winter, but it's not a place for kids to ramble and explore and loaf around aimlessly reading trashy novels and going over all their parents' and grandparents' childhood treasures and all the ephemera a summer place gathers. It's just a lot of beds and a kitchen.
I still have *the* house in my head; it's the only place it still exists. Whether or not this place goes up, I'll still have it. I just hate the thought of all the people who live there year round losing their true and real houses.
