Thursday, December 13, 2018
The contractor came yesterday and removed all the scaffolding from around the house -- finally. So I guess the roof is done. Honestly, it seems like they only worked on it for about three days, with long periods of quiet in between. Our upstairs neighbor, the Russian guy, crawled around on it some, scraping the eaves and doing God-knows-what. (I'm pretty sure he wasn't supposed to, but he did.) Remember how our managing agent told us in early November it would only be up for a week?
Anyway, I'm glad to have it gone -- now I can look out the windows without seeing bars and pipes. It was a little like being in Shawshank.
The best part is being able to move my cyclamens back out to the front porch. I had to bring them in to protect them from the scaffolding and roof workers, but cyclamens seem to prefer cool temperatures and they looked a bit wilty inside. I think they'll be better off outdoors.
I have been so cranky the past few days. Suddenly I'm feeling all this holiday pressure. I've bought no Christmas presents, and the library has been busier than I have ever seen it, honestly. We've had a couple of classes doing research projects every period, plus masses of middle schoolers checking out reading material for the holiday break. I've been coming home so tired that I can't imagine going to a store in the evening to buy anything for Dave or anyone else. I'm not sure what I'm going to do, aside from summoning superhuman strength and going tonight, which is kind of my plan. We'll see.
A few nights ago I made our annual donations to the ACLU, Planned Parenthood and the Southern Poverty Law Center using my credit card -- and then discovered that they'd all vanished by the next morning. I called my bank and they told me the charges never went through -- which isn't true, because I saw them as "pending" on my online statement the previous night. So I made the donations again, at the advice of the bank representative, and he watched as they appeared. Now, this morning, two of them are gone again, and I show a double donation to the SPLC. (As much as I love the SPLC I don't want to donate twice my usual amount!) I think the bank's anti-fraud machinery somehow flags the charges, which mucks everything up. This will probably take forever to sort out.
Fa la la la la, etc...
(Photo: A blurry Santa in a shop window in West Hampstead.)