We found someone to fix the porch!

For a couple of years we’ve been looking for someone to fix our porch, contractors came and went, each telling us the job was too small for them to do.

We sort of gave up and hoped we’d be able to get a friend to patch it.

However, when the bottom step fell off in October we renewed the search with vigor. Praying the city wouldn’t see it and fine us.

Every contractor we called did not call us back.

Once again, I began a search, and again, no one would consider the job.

We thought we had someone through a friend of a friend, but we never heard back from that person. Then someone else found what looked like a promising lead, sent it to me, and that contractor also did not call back.

In the wee hours of last night I went on a hunt vowing to do it all night if necessary.

A search of cement porch repairs found “Porch.” Once on Porch, I punched in my project, zip code, and other information. Today we had a call and a warm body show up at the house, and by 6 p.m. had an estimate in hand.

Yes, he’s hired.

All but the back pieces and that piece on the right on the bottom step are gone now.

The cemetery next door is a winter home for a rather large murder of crows. Because of this we have to walk the yard before taking the dogs out to find and clear up bones and other garbage that the crows and squirrels drop in our yard. Both creatures scavenge from open trash cans around the area. (Too bad people can’t keep the cans covered but instead risk people’s dog’s health…if I miss just one bone…)

Yesterday while out with Gavin, I had the pleasure of meeting our old friend Hello Crow. He’s part of the murder and has been around for many years. We know him by his distinctive ‘Hello’ which makes us believe a woman raised him. His ‘hello’ is a fairly high pitch and quite clearly a hello.

He sat high up in the tulip poplar and said hello to us many time. I, of course, responded in kind.

I’m sure the people passing by thought I was completely strange, but I don’t care.

The Momma went out to lunch wiff Auntie G. They went to a place out back and groceries shopping and pet store shopping.

Gavin and I has lots of cookies and big bag of food now, we won’t starve!

She also gaved us some steak from out back, told the Daddy they cooked it wrong and she did not want to complain but couldn’t eat it that done and tuff.

They gived her a new steak cooked perfectly and she brought us the one they cooked wrong.

I didn’t smell nothing wrong wiff it. I thoughted it was berry good.

Yes, I did too share it with the Gavin brother.

So it was The Curmudgeon’s birthday today. He’s now 63.

G brought him cake.

I got my revenge for the Christmas present vacuum cleaner he gave me many years ago by presenting him with a new rollator the other day.

So G and I didn’t hit the lottery.

Which means still no escape from this life as a caregiver in a falling down around our ears home.

No beach home…. yet.

No spa like care facility for The Curmudgeon.

No financing more research into a cure for MS.

So I have been ill the last few days. Dealing with an “if I hadn’t forgotten to take my medications three days in a row” problem.

Yeah, I get sidetracked by The Curmudgeon and dogs so often some days that I really do forget to take my daytime medications.

Doing much better after two days of TAKING  ALL my medications.

Every day on Facebook there are many stories of someone’s ailment or their pet’s ailment or so much death.

I wake each day, full of dread, at just having to face my husband’s Multiple Sclerosis.

I find I am online for less and less time each day.

I feel myself withdrawing more and more into an insular life.

This is not a good thing.

I can’t help it.

I am tired of everything.