Wes ended up paying $3500 for the roof. The damage was worse than they initially thought, and we couldn't afford the fancy shades to go over them (as a day sleeper, Wes is into this). But now we get the joy and fun of figuring out what to do with the kitchen. The counter alone is incredibly expensive (almost $1,000 for the cheapest), and I'm resisting (urk! ugh! *grunt*) Wes' desire to lay down new linoleum, which even on good days I find abhorrent. I'm stuck on the idea of putting in ceramic tile which will feel rough under bare feet and look natural with dirt in the crevices, so a stoney rough look. I thought about making a concrete floor, but not sure the old house can handle it.
I had an interesting discussion/argument with someone over things that I didn't know. Since I didn't know, he stuck his interpretation on me, and things went rapidly downhill from there. (Tell me to get psychiatric help in the middle of an argument and see how quickly things get worse!) I finally insulted him, and he told me never to call him again, took me off his 'friends' list, etc. Some people are sensitive. I would have been mad for a while, but I would have gotten over it.
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We also did grounding and centering exercises, which is good, because I was badly in need of practice.
I'm still on my diet. I lost two pounds. More later, dinner's ready. (One of the most important things on a diet, I found out, is to eat! When you're supposed to! And frequently!)
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