hard drive hits hard times

and takes all of my writing files with it. barf.

a return to kylie roots

my butt is wibbly wobbly. my time is up. my almost year hiatus from thoughts of my ass, which first started this blog, have returned. it must be february. kylie is out of hospital and looking sweet and pert...i must follow suite and get my ass in gear.

it's called weeping tile because it makes me cry

in the basement of the money pit there is water...lots of water running down the walls. is that bad?

and on the 120th day of our renovation it rained inside

when we last left the hapless duo with their home, that seemed like such a good idea: get a bigger house than we can afford, rent out the second unit, subsidize the mortgage with the tenants - slap up some paint, do a little work in the basement and presto change-o, it's freedom 55.

and then fate and a good ole belly chuckle...ha ha ha...and pissed all over us.

which brings me to the rain.

the valves are very old and crapping out - crapped out - and so when i turned on the bathtub faucet what should happen but a funny hissing sound and water shooting out of the wall on the other side of the bathroom. it was awesome. like a busby berkeley film but without the choreography, crane shots and happiness. i donned my bathing cap and cried.

i dropped my couch

yup, dropped it on the road. not good. and my back hurts.

new, pretty, shiny appliances arrived today but didn't fit in the front door. silly fat fridge. now we have to find some lifty thing to get them on to the back deck. as the pressure mounts and things continue to go pear-shaped at what i can only describe as ridiculous proportion i think about calling it quits. just pay for heat and hydro and a urine stained mattress from the Good Will to furnish my home. i guess that is still more than many.

when the going gets tough, i like to take a nap

a friend of mine introduced me to a product called Natural Calm. It's effervescent magnesium that you drink like a tea before bed and it helps your muscles relax. It works. C man calls it Dead Calm, because it makes me so very sleepy.

a shout out

a big thanks to the small army of helpers that have showed up over the last several days to help C man and I out. We are very touched by your sweetness. And delighted and surprised by your arrivals and contribution. this all sounds very formal but what i am trying to say without getting to mushy, is that we are moved. and thankful.

and Amy and Lisa, if you think i'm going to forget about your sunday offers of painting, you are sadly mistaken:)

thank you

stress...nature's way of saying fuck you

am i allowed to swear on my blog? am i going to get an email or get booted out of blog-land? i'm sure i will find out soon enough.

so...the floor is coming tomorrow and i hope it goes well. i really, really hope it goes well.

i've taken my migraine medication because, well, i have a migraine. i think the stress is getting to me and my little pill, fiorinal, to be exact, is going to chill me out. first it speeds me up, this is the time where i lug the boxes from upstairs to downstairs, do the garbage, recycling, compost, get the laundry out of the basement, change the sheets onthe bed, feed the cat, and make a cup of tea. and then the slow stupid part sets in where everything is a little wibbly like being under water and i can feel my jaw unclench, and the light from my computer screen is freakishly bright, like staring into a laser...which is now.

Soon, i will put on pj's and stare at my cat. she will yawn and i will try and grab her tongue. she'll turn her back on me for grabbing her tongue but not leave. when i get really drowsy she licks my eyebrows until they stand straight up and C will come home and find a very surprised looking, but asleep me.