Back in Florida.

I got in late on Thursday.
I’m counting Friday my first day. It’s Wednesday.

It hasn’t been a week yet and I’m doing okay except kind of going a little crazy with thoughts of all the repairs that need to be made. But, I’m trying to pace myself while fighting down feelings of insecurity about spending money.

I’m off to a good start, I think. For $100, I’ve got the light in the garage fixed. It’s been out for about five years or so. Next week, the light over the sink will be fixed as well as the garage brought up to code. For Labor Day, I can go looking for a garage door opener and, maybe, a side door.

Jason said that he has enough money saved up for a new dryer.

Exciting stuff. Really, it is.

It feels kind of like we’re getting things done.

Super important.
It’s some much needed advancement.

While this is important, it’s not ‘major.’
Major major would be replacing the cabinets, windows, and floors. I’m thinking that would be around $15,000 to $20,000 total. But, being able to open the garage door and dry clothes with one cycle is a great start.

When I got here, I was all hot to trot to paint the interior of the house.
The living room has never been painted since we’ve lived here – over 15 years ago. The rest of the house hasn’t been painted for around ten years or so I’m guessing. I know the back bedroom was painted when Florida had some eight hurricanes in noe year. Horrible paint job.

I think the interior walls are faded and look fairly horrible.
Jason seems to think that they’re okay.

Taking a step back, I think I’m struggling to remake the house.
I know that this should feel like a home but sometimes I feel the anger and anxiety that I soaked into the walls from before. It overwrites anything good and, I’m thinking, that remaking the house to provide a different look – preferably with Jason’s help painting – would help change this uneasiness that oozes out sometimes.

I guess it’s the equivilent of buying a new outfit after a break-up.
A way to reinvent.

Or, maybe, I’m just using the house as a distraction to keep myself busy while waiting for the next class to start.
Which — I doubt. I’m sure I could keep myself placated by going to the gym and finishing Rick and Morty. There isn’t a need to distract myself with painting.

Or, maybe, it’s both.

I am a bit worried about Sneezles the cat. He has gnawed at the fur by the base of his tail so much that it’s starting to fall out. Angry red bumps and scabs are becoming predominant. While he’s still soft, part of his hair has become more dry and matted.

Still, Sneezles eats and drinks – but only in the presence of Jason.
The cat snubs all food save Temptation cat treats – which really isn’t food I think. But, it’s something.

It’s to be expected. Sneezles is over 15 years.
That’s pretty good, even for an indoor cat. He’s probably older than that…. actually, now that I think about it, this is Sneezle’s birthday month. I know he was born in August sometime. Yep, cats can be leos too.

Yesterday, I worked in the yard all day and felt pretty burnt. Today, I stayed inside and worked on various thing perioridically. I cleaned out the bathroom drawers a bit and some of the old stuff in the kitchen. I wiped down the garage area some and cooped Manwhich with fries for lunch.

Just, doing stuff on and off while staying out of the sun.

Um….. Biden has proven to be a spetecular ass and will continue to do so. Yay.
I’d like to brag that I called it but inevitability isn’t anything to brag about.

Those poor people.