There's no progress like no progress

Geeze...by now I thought my topics would be things like how the digging is going, or the cement being poured. Or decisions involving cabinets and lighting.

Suffice it to say I am a little bummed.

Actually, I am a lot bummed. The garage door in the townhome stopped working tonight as I was on my way out. My normal procedure would be to call a repair guy. But since I am a renter, I have to contact the owner first. Jackie and I are not people who are generally abusive of our living spaces, yet we have gone through a kitchen faucet and now the opener in a little over a month. I sure hope the owners don't start to think of us as complainers or destroyers.

Life in the townhome is different. It echoes. Sound bounces off the walls. You can't escape it. I tried, but it follows me everywhere. I know I have neighbors but I really have not seen anyone outside because you don't have to do anything outside. The association mows, weeds, trims, picks up, plows, shovels.......for an extra fee I think someone will come wipe my butt!

We have an upstairs...at least it was there two weeks ago when I showed it to Bethy. I don't go up there because it's just a bedroom suite. We also have a downstairs and I do go there to walk on the treadmill, shred paper or get wine. Mostly to get wine. Of course I also go down there to put wine in the racks so I can drink it when I want, which is often.

A couple of nights ago I must have pulled a muscle (don't laugh...I have a couple) near my shoulder.

I knew it was nothing, but when I was laying in bed I got to thinking of the last time I had a pain in my chest I thought was nothing and ended up getting a stent following a minor heart attack. So I am laying there thinking....muscle pull? Or the big one? Then I thought of all the crap I have stuffed in Emily's basement, garage, bedroom and living room. What happens to it when I am gone? I started getting worried and my muscle hurt more. I knew it was a muscle. Or the several large doses of caffeine type drinks I had during the day. Anyway, I was up to 3 a.m. thinking: Am I going to be dead if I close my eyes? How do get rid of stuff? Where are we going to eventually end up living? What is it all about, Alfie?

Eventually I fell asleep. And I woke up.

Which I guess is a good thing.