In which plans change. But only somewhat!
I’m going home tomorrow. I think. Unless something extraordinary happens in the next few hours.
The boys are going to stay on here and make the mad roofing money, and I’m going to go home (in the Exploder) and resume my geek day job… and see my dogs and cat and blue chicken and my girlfriends. God, my girlfriends.
The boys can fax me bids and I can still do in the evenings any Xactimate stuff they can’t do themselves and email it back.
I’m doing this because, well, I’m freaked about bills. Being owed money is not the same as having cash in hand, so I’m gonna go work because I am unwilling to not be able to pay my mortgage in three weeks.
The guy who owns the construction company here is out of town… again. The first time he was gone, it was because his mother was in critical condition after a heart attack or something. This time he’s gone because his father has died. Both fine reasons to be out of town, of course, and I’m very sorry for his loss, but he hasn’t appointed a second-in-charge so no checks are being written until he gets back. It’s typical of this operation: it’s exploding and totally disorganized.
In other news, I still haven’t finished writing the rest of my Amma post yet. But I will. It was so awesome seeing Her. So awesome. I love Her.
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Funny thing about a mortgage, it tends to terrify one when it isn’t getting paid. Having a home really brought out a responsibile streak in me, anyway.
My mortgage makes me insane. -m
Oh, dear Lord, I HATE bill stress. . .
Yeah, Mush is coming home!!!
*smooch* -m
does this mean your doors are now open for vagabonds, like me?
and there’s nothing better than your own bed, so i’ve heard it say.
Now you’re a vagabond?! -m
Hope your trip back is a good one, Mush.
Thanks, hon. -m
Did you consider asking WG for an advance to cover the mortgage?
Either way, it’ll be nice to see you again. Let’s definitely have a drink or five.
Yeah, right. And yes, let’s! -m
Ugh bills, I could go on and on and I know you can too. When does it end?
Death. -m
Construction guys are crazy, and checks are random. I worked for them for years. You’ll get the money, but you’ll also get gray hairs.
Yes, crazy. Barely controlled chaos, the whole industry. It’s amazing buildings don’t fall down more than they do, all things considered. -m
sounds like a decision you’ll be comfortable with, which makes it a good decision.
i was reading your previous post about getting ravished and showered. mmm. wish i could write about having sex on my blog–we have been having more sex this week than we have since we first got together–it’s totally insane–and i keep wanting to post about it–but too many people read the blog who would be offended or grossed out or…. why the hell don’t i post about it? screw them!
thanks mush, that helped. 😉
uh, sorry, that was all about me. seriously, tho, good decision. 🙂 🙂 looking fwd to reading the Amma post; been curious for a while abt yr spiritual path.
Yay nookie! Yay going off on my blog ’cause you’re too chicken to go off on yours! 😉 Okay, I’ll try to finish it up post haste, then. -m
You better tell us all how much Bindu screamed with delight when you got home!
She ran around in circles like a dervish and tried to puncture me with her pointy black toenails! -m
Thank goodness for a reliable paycheck. No pay day loan advances for you! Even on my worst day, that steady paycheck is still worth the stress of it all. How’s the old saying go? One in the hand is worth two on the roof?
Hehe. -m