Ugh. That's even worse. At least I CAN make the decision to sell and (eventually, hopefully, someday, be rid of my own giant millstone) get it done.
Well, the situation being what it is the house co-owner can either buy us out or sell with us but he can't keep us tied to it. Unfortunately you just
know he still will make you do all the work, running around, eat the costs, and everything else while him telling all and sundry how egoistic you are for inconveniencing him so.
Now more emails. BUT... I did get my copy of the first collected volume of Valerian and Loreline. Very excited but also trying to savor it so I haven't opened it yet. Probably once I get these emails sent.
Oooh, the comic book? You're in for a treat!
I do overreact when I explode at her, and it's in part learned behaviour; being with her makes me explode. I expect to explode, thus I am ready to explode. We could probably figure something out if she would just be willing to bend, but she isn't, and as it stands, our relationship is somewhere very close to abusive.
You know, it's okay not to get along with siblings. Sometimes you just don't gell with people, regardless of any bloodrelation you have with them. Sharing blood won't make people magically get along, no matter what children books say. My sis did us a favour by being the first to move out but all these years afterwards we can not be under he same roof for more than a day or two before we fight. We're just incompatible for long. From my point of view my sister has annoyingly always been so, so convinced of her being right on pretty much everything and I always caved for the peace when I was younger. And when I stopped doing that, well... here we are. As far as I'm concerned the ball is in her court, as she's equally convinced she's in the right, neither of us are willing to bend. For her it's a part of her personality, for me it's an acquired defense mechanism. So, being small-doses-siblings is pretty much the only solution for us.
But Shadowflame is right, walking away is
so useful in that moment. When I discovered I could just end an unwinnable argument by walking away, that gave me so much
power. (It also helped that my sister absolutely
hated it, but had little defense. It nixed any 'victory' feeling she might have had when I conceded the argument and said 'Fine, have it your way.' and walked away. Maybe not my finest moment, but hey, tadpole me was not above some vindictiveness.) It also meant I was less stressed out because I walked away before reaching the end of my tether and going into full rage. And there was always something in my room with which I could calm down. Maybe worth to give it a shot.
Right, right. I think I'm about done crying and venting now. *wipes nose on smibble* I need to go get my puppy now, then stay up till one in the morning watching nature documentaries and composing a plea to Netflix to please give us more nature documentaries in Denmark. They're blastedly difficult to get on DVD or blu-ray or I would just buy the ones I know I like. Why is that? Am I the only one who finds nature documentaries therapeutic? I watch them more than 80% for therapy purposes. Seems like they expect people to just watch it once when it's on TV, maybe as a rerun, then maybe on some streaming service, which is strange because they often cost a fortune to produce.
Ohyesthissomuch. Attenborough is my
god in that respect. His Fabulous Frogs documentary is my habitual comfort watching. And I
love the BBC's for their re-run schedules.
Apparently expanding one's comfort zone is a healthy and safe activity when done right and with baby steps. Who knew??? :O
That's how I got into beekeeping.
For some reason this sequence made so much sense to me because, well, bees
do have small feet...
I haz purty new steps, you guys! Lookit, lookit, lookit! ---->
https://www.instagram.com/p/BVasmYDBdQN/
Whoo-ooo, sturdy lookin'!
The old ones, as the workers discovered when they disassembled them. Were set on some kind of cardboard and hardly buried 3 inches down. You read that right. The workers said they've never seen anything like it and the only way it could have passed inspection is if the original builders of our house pulled some strings and money exchanged hands somewhere.
Heh, that so takes me back. My grandad worked in construction and the stories he tells... I love him to bits but he's never building my house without strict supervision!
A few years ago we had problems with the shower drain, clogging up in unexpected ways and moments. (We later found a tree had wormed its way into the buried drain but that's not the end of the story.) What we also found out, as we dug up the whole driveway to expose the blokkage, was that the shower drain had
never been attached to the main drain in the first place, the water just ran from the end of the pipe into the ground, just a few feet away from the actual main drain.
Since my family had installed the drain themselves when I was a toddler, dad decided to look up old photos as he takes photos from every construction around the house. We found a picture, when most of the new drain was in ther ground, of my grandad and the neighbour (who helped with the install) with their backs to the camera peering in an overflow hole next to the house. Seems innocuous enough but upon figuring out that overflow hole is exactly where the shower drain exits the house... Yes, this was a picture of the
exact moment my grandad and neighbour discovered they had forgotten to attach the shower drain to the main drain and decided it wasn't worth the trouble and not to tell my dad either. And so thirty years of shower water ran into the driveway ground.