Getting Things Done

 Today, I felt like I redeemed myself somewhat for my failure with the swing stapler. I am about an hour away from having the upstairs fully insulated. Tomorrow morning, I will finish up, and who knows...maybe I'll give another try with that darned stapler! Walls might be easier than ceilings. We will find out. 

The house looks a lot more spacious now that we have a lot of the lumber and nearly all of the bags of insulation used up. That's nice too. 

While I was cracking away on my project, Tim was able to make progress with his project in the basement too. Now that he had a clear idea about how to proceed, he went right to it. Having a cheerful Tim makes my life easier too. 

We still have to insulate the ceiling of the basement (floor joists of the first floor) but we are hoping to be finished with that by the end of next week. At that point we can call for our inspector to come out and clear our insulation work, as well as the things that he told us we needed to resolve from his last inspection. We need outside receptacles, safety film over our bathroom window so that we don't slip and fall out the window (which seemed pretty far fetched to me, for pity's sake, but hey...it's about keeping him happy) the stair walls in the basement. 

Once this inspection gets done, we'll be ready to actually hook up the electricity and water, and then finally begin putting the walls up. That will make a big difference! 

I've been thinking about it for a while, and today, I made my decision. Coming home, I said to Tim, "I've decided what I want for my birthday, and it's going to upset you." 

He looked over at me and I was actually surprised to see he looked fearful. "What's that?" he asked. 

I told him what I've been thinking of for a while, and made up my mind it is simply going to have to be done. "I want to buy a Seresto collar for Mangey and bring him inside." 

Tim looked at me. "Steal him?" 

"Weeeeeellllll..." I said. "It's not really stealing. His face looks bad. We've got the medication to treat him. I need to bring him inside to do it. The neighbors are not tending to him, and they haven't for quite a while. When he has one of these episodes, they simply don't let him in the house. He needs treated and I can't stand to see him. If we wait until warm weather, he's bound to end up with bot fly or something even more disgusting." 

Tim said, "We can see how it goes." 

So we stopped and spent a $60 on a flea collar.

I was a little surprised at how well Tim took it. "You're not mad at me?" I asked.

"No," he said, "I'm not mad."

Now...I will give you three guesses who did not show up for supper tonight.