So I am here in Douglas. The husband is still in Tucson. I am someone who learns things fast (except painting, painting is horrible man) and well, I went down there and exceeded my deadline and I am a person who LIKES to meet deadlines and I RETURNED because I had not been able to due to the fact the husband kept needing help. I helped him TWICE more with the concrete, we went through one ton of concrete, and it SUUUUCKS. The shoveling the endless turning machine, the ritualistic spraying of the water. At first, I was like a small child flailing around but by day 2 it was so much easier I even HELPED the husband extra in the afternoon in the desperate hopes HE would get done (husband does not meet personal deadlines.
So I got up and said, "I am doing all my inside things today, you have to hang the mirror (this huge antique mirror he SAID he would hang) and do like two tiny things inside. Oh right, get his CRAP out of there and deflate the air mattress.. He had done NONE of this by like 3 pm and also had NOT used my services to put the security door back on the hinges because he was all fiddling around with stuff.
I went and I was like, "I cannot meet my DEADLINE if you do not do what you say you will when, massive arguing happened much of my stuff got done (under protest) and I was ABLE TO MEET MY DEADLINE. By five seconds. I was literally changing as they drove up.
Anyway the real estate agent was very emphatic enough had been done she said she was returning on Friday to take a picture of the front and "all tools had to be put away or gone." She did also say like, the sheds were fine so great.
Anyway it rained all the way up here I wasn't hungry but I am a bit now I should probably eat more and whatnot.
The real estate agent whispered "get him out of here." I was like, "I. Have. Been. Trying."
Work deadlines? NOT a problem just this I left As Soon as I could it rained all the way up it was dark and the house smelled AWFUL. I had managed to turn off any and all A/C; I think Douglas has swamp gasses that build up because we just do NOT smell like that and nothing was spoiling. The transition was jarring but restful in a way. I can do stuff I can't do before. Etc. So like whatevs.
Then as I continued to attack the car (it was full) feral dogs showed up and that was not pleasant at all. I threw rocks at them I yelled at them but they were surprisingly bold. Not a fan of feral dogs I mean I called 911 to deal with them and stuff. Lots of kids out and about the new thing is skateboarding out of the house because your parents aren't at work so you can steal their car.
I give up I hope the stupid house sells fast and my hands, not of my own volition are reaching toward my neck trying to kill me for putting me in so much pain. Was that Dr. Strangelove?
Night all.
ANna