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so how are you??

it seems that i have gotten to the time in homeownership where routine things that i thought would not be a part of my life are becoming a part of my life. For whatever reason, i thought that since the house is esentially new, i would n’t have to clean the gutters for a few years. well it seems that there is come crap in them and therefore they need to be cleaned. now here’s the fun part, the one that needs it the most is on the back side of the house, and that’s pretty high–so i have the guy that previously owned the houses’ huge ass ladder chained to the maestro’s fence (yes, it has been 9 months or whatever) but i refuse to fuck around with that thing, especially after the foaming the chimney incident….

yesterday, however, i had a revelation, i can get out on the roof of the porch, and then climb up on the main roof, and go over the top to the back roof…i tested the waters last night…i need a stepladder to get up on the main roof, but i think it’s possible. racist/confederate flag junior soprano was on his porch watching me, so i opted not to try the plan, as i didn’t want to kill my self in front of an auidence.

we’ve been talking to fencing companies to try and get the rest of our fence put, mostly because of henry, but just to have it over with as well. some how, in the last 6-8 months or so, the price of fencing has doubled. i’m not exaggerating either, what should be 4k is almost 8k….it seems a bit strange to me–i dunno what we’re gonna do.

i have one week left before the big vacation…i honestly can’t remember if i mentioned it–so here is your warning. we’re going on vacation next week. well actually a honeymoon, 2.79 years late. the plan was to spend 2 weeks in the bahamas, working on me sunburn and shit. but then henry came along and we are having trouble lining up a dogsitter for that long of a stretch….so plans have been changed and we’re doing 8 nights in the bahamas and then going camping for 3 nights after that (with henry)….so in the end i’m still taking 2 weeks off (well 10 work days)…i can’t even remember what it’s like to be on vacation, not that i work all that hard, but more the idea of not having to go into work at all for a little while…and on top of that, not having to go in to work, and at the same time not having to look for work…wow what a concept. had i known i was eventually gonna get a job, i would have approached the unemployment time very differently, perhaps as a vacation—but no, i just stressed about everything…surprise surprise.

now i find myself looking at air matresses, airport shuttles and bathing suits…crazy shit. the funny thing will be me living 8 days wiht out tv, interweb or anything of that sort. place your bets on what that does to my booze intatke!