I’m going a little crazy today.

Because of the rain, I didn’t leave the property yesterday.   Today, the cold front is passing by.   There’s still a chance of rain, but I’m going to head out here in a little bit.  I just can’t help it.

I need a project to work on.

Writing, what I want to do, is a great project but I need some physical movement right now instead of looking at a screen.   I feel like I’m going to explode so I persuaded myself to go for a walk with a good chance of being caught in the rain.

Otherwise, all of this nervous energy will just build up and Jason would be an unwitting target the second he walks in.  While that can actually be good —  a ball of energy coming from a girlfriend when he walks in — the energy isn’t really refined.    So, it’d probably be more like a nuclear explosion instead of something fun.

But, if he could help me direct that energy, I don’t think either one of us would walk the next day.

Anyways, got roof estimate #2
This one costs right around $6000 which is about $500 less than the previous one.

This salesman wasn’t as good as the first.   He left out a lot of details but, when asked, he filled in the holes.   If it wasn’t for the first guy, I wouldn’t have known what to ask for.
But the second guy took pictures on Jason’s handiwork on the roof and explained what was wrong.

I thought it was kind of funny, but severely enduring.   It took a lot for him to patch the roof.    I’m really impressed that he did – not that he had much choice.   But still, he did.   That’s what counts.

The second company uses Corning shingles.   The other guy uses GF.    I know GF is heavier than the other, but not much beyond that.  I need to go to Home Depot or something and get an (hopefully) objective opinion.

Course, I want to go all wild and buy some paint so I can try to cover up the bad paint job I did the first time with another bad paint job.  I want to measure the house and replace the horribly aging carpet with fake wood that will probably also age poorly but would be okay for at least five or ten years.

I don’t like it when I get into these funks.    It just makes me feel so hopeless when there’s so much that needs to be done in a house.

I don’t know if it’s standards or that I’m an Earth spirit.   Maybe I see all the effort Jason has placed in earning his degrees and his job and want his living space to reflect that effort.

Sure, it’ll still be messy.  No doubt.

But the upgrades would final remove the presence of the previous owner and make the house feel more like his.

Does that track?    I think it does.
It drives me absolutely crazy not to be able to take action.   Well, I could always max out the credit cards, but that’d make me stress more.

Gah.

Adulting is difficult.