If it's Tuesday, it must be the roofers

[rolanni]

So, we have a very full week, here at the Cat Farm.  The roofers arrived this morning at the crack of 7:30 am, and began with rather terrifying efficiency to set up their scaffoldings, the Great Bender of Metal, and other divers Tools of The Trade.  We are told that they "hope" to be finished the job by Friday, which will be timing, indeed, as the weatherbeans are calling three to five inches of snow on Saturday.

In Technology News, my phone (this being the replacement refurbished phone from about a year ago) started playing Let's Freeze the Screen about eight months ago, and had progressed to Let's Load Every Single App, THEN Freeze the Screen, THEN Play Coy About Rebooting.  Clearly, this was a message from the small gods of pixels that I needed a new phone.  I was fortunate in the timing, for it is The Season of Potlatch, and Lenovo was having a sale.  I now have a Moto g5s Plus, 32 GB, in *cough* Lunar Gray.  It manages to be just slightly larger than the Droid Whatever, though both are supposed to have a 5.5 inch screen.

I've had it online since Saturday evening, and, so far, I'm liking it a lot; a well-behaved little machine, and while I miss Jude (the old phone had Moto, which is like OK Google, except less rule-bound), I'm reaching an accommodation with OK Google; though, MAN! I wish they would let you name the assistant.  I really dislike having to say OK Google.

Today, in addition to the roofers, I have scheduled an extra! mammogram, and yoga.  By the time I get home, the roofers ought to have left for the day, so I'll be able to do some work on Fifth of Five/Monkey Business.

Tomorrow, of course, we will have the roofers again, and Thursday, I will rise Before the Roofers to take the car to Augusta for its annual inspection.

I have more or less fallen off the Gym Wagon; it's been hard to carve out time in-between the various appointments and trying to preserve some blocks of time for, yanno, work.  Have to figure that out, somehow.

We have been looking for a house in-town again, and had two near-misses.  What is it about the newer houses in Maine (by which I mean houses that were built in the 1950s and 60s); every single one of them has a full bar in the basement, many of them with pianos.  They can't all have been after hours clubs (what our realtor calls "cigah bahs"), can they?

At the moment, given the oncoming economic apocalypse, we're sorta rethinking a move, weighing the wisdom of simply hunkering down where we are, and not taking on any unnecessary risks.

Well.  Interesting times.

I think that pretty much catches us up.   Hope everyone has a interesting -- but not too interesting -- week!

Comments

[hairmonger]

Extra mammograms are such! fun! to discuss with insurance companies.

Mary Anne in Kentucky

[theowlunderground]

I am in favor of mammograms. It was as the result of a mammogram that I was sent for the ultrasound that discovered that those blobs under my arm were not *cough* adipose tissue, but lymphoma.

May yours be totally normal.

[rolanni]

In general, I'm in favor of mammograms, too; especially when they clarify matters. Alas, the extra *failed* to clarify matters, so I win!

A trip the surgeon in Bangor for a second opinion, sometime after the first of the year.

Fortunately, if that's the word I want, I'm now on Medicare, which apparently (until the GOP rips it away from all us Entitled People Living sitting home on our asses, boozing, wenching, and watching movies until our brains dribble out of our ears) has a more rational approach to diagnostic care than do Those Other Health Insurance Plans.