God, just write something, it’s been over a month. Unresolved issues, dangling particles and all that.
Septic tank drama continued until 2 weeks ago when I called the company I had called first, (but decided against because all they could tell me was “sometime next week” and the other company told me “tomorrow”), and they found the problem in about 5 minutes. Roots were growing in the old crock pipe and plugging things up. They replaced the pipe and lo and behold, the toilets flush better than they have the entire time we have lived here. Fuckers that pumped out the tank the first time couldn’t even take the time to notice the tree roots, causing me a month of angst and torment, slow running toilets and strange gurgling sounds from the drains. It’s resolved, but I want vengeance. Someone suggested I report them to the BBB, and I might. Or not. Lots of energy to be a bitch.
I had my Vit D level checked and it was 13. Normal is 30-50, with some studies suggesting even higher levels. I started on the mega dose of Vit D and I’m noticing that I can get away with just under 7 hours of sleep. And I’ve lost 4# since last month, without doing much of anything different. I had Zoe tested, her level was 17. She has started on the mega dose, as well as some iron. I’ve been popping supplements of all kinds the last month or so, Fish Oil, calcium, multi-vitamins, just about anything I can get my hands on. Now if I could just take them every day, instead of when I’m in the mood. Non-compliance, thy name is V.
Kids are really trying me. Zoe is off doing things with friends, growing up, looking forward to graduation. The nerve. She was just a toddler and now she’s writing papers and doing projects for her college class and talking about living on her own. I’d shed a tear, but really I am kind of excited for her, this growing up thing. I hope I can give her the freedom she needs to make mistakes, but still be safe. And Tristan. He’s just so moody. He spit out a string of profanity at me a few weeks ago and I told him under no uncertain terms was he to ever talk to me that way. His mouth has calmed down, and he’s willing to do the chores I ask him, but no intiative on his part, and he’s not willing to socialize and be friendly. Saddens me.
Financially, I’m not fuckered as badly I was last month. Brent gave me a bit of money to pull myself up by the bootstraps, I opened an account at a different bank, opened an account for Zoe, as well as 2 savings accounts. I am using virtual envelopes for expenses, and I hope to install Quicken this weekend, and maybe grow into an adult with the finances. Good googley moogley.
I’m burning Nag Champa incense and feeling fine. Groovy, even.
I went to a play party this past weekend, but I didn’t buy anything. I have a difficult time justifying something that I can’t share with a partner. I’m good in the taking care of bidness department, but buying a new toy without someone to share is kind of depressing.
My tongue itches and I want to eat olives. And herring. And cheese.
Spring is almost here. I wonder when I’ll be able to clean up the yard?
