Faaaarrrr drill

On all fronts. Things were a little shaky this morning as our brave new reality began to settle in and that’s about all I’m gonna say about that except that life is like a river, there are plenty of high and low points along the way, and I am gonna do my best not to get my underwear up in a bunch. I am gonna think *through* to the future!

Meanwhile, back at the, uh, Landfill… I could not even process exactly what was going on down at the Landfill this morning. The phrase “gas leak” was bandied about. And “yard all torn up”. And “digging a big hole down beside the basement wall”. Like the one the [unknown] gas-company-type person in the pic is trying to avoid falling into. Or something. I do not know. I said, “You take care of it.” I could not process it. Did I already say that? (Er, as long as we have that big hole there, maybe we can take care of the goddamn leak behind the dryer? The *water* leak, that is. Yes?)

The other thing that is going on at the Landfill is that our “renter” has obtained new quarters across town. A nice apartment with a theatre buddy. We’ve been doing the empty nest thing off and on for a number of years. I guess we are back to it now. I will like having my house to myself. I think it is a positive thing for adult children to live on their own. But I will miss my Mouse. I wanted to be around when she moved. Oh, not because she needs any help from the likes of me. I just needed a chance to flap my wings.

So this morning, after the shaky start, Harold came along. He and The Commander got down to business and I sensed that things would soon be looking up, at least for the time being. So I dropped off some paperwork at Future Command Central and headed up to the Squatter’s Paradise to throw a load of laundry in. I was planning to head back down to the temporary quarters but the Long Suffering Cat Herding Person (who has been more or less MIA all week) suddenly appeared out of thin air. I mean that he was on Instant Messenger, not that he apparated into the living room here. “Can you do this and that, yada yada? Can you do it by EOD?” Yes, sir! Magee, sir! (I didn’t really say “Magee, sir!”)

By the time I got back down to the temporary quarters, a soap opera was going on in and around The Commander’s room. I do not know the details, nor would I report them on the internet if I did but it all had something to do with her roommate’s impending departure from the facility. Don’t worry, The Indomitable Mona walked out on her own two feet. We are going to miss her a lot. I think *everybody* down there will. About all I’ve got to say is, “You go, girl!”

Well. I had finished the immediate stuff that the LSCHP needed but I am not short on things to do at my job, so I schlepped on down to the Solarium to plug in. After a couple hours of that, I took a peek into The Commander’s room. Mona was gone and The Comm was sound asleep.

Packed up and left and have spent the rest of the day trying to decompress. I dunno know how many more days like this particular one I can handle!

3 Responses to “Faaaarrrr drill”

  1. Margaret Says:

    It sounds like a stressful day and those are NOT FUN. I’ve had way too many lately.

  2. Pooh Says:

    Stay strong, and know that there a lots of people thinking of you and the Commander. I can’t always think of something new to say, but am always sending good thoughts your way. Sounds like it’s just as well you weren’t in A-Squared, what with the gas company there and big holes in the yard. Better to hear about it after the fact.

  3. jane Says:

    ooh – where is mouse’s new abode?