‘Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be –
to be,
And oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
‘Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.
– Yehuda HaLevi
(1075 – 1141) was a Spanish Jewish physician, poet and philosopher.
We received the Vonage modem yesterday. I installed it this morning and requested that Spectrum cancel the Voice service.
Cape Cod Five has embarrassed itself again, seem unable or unwilling to trace the closing package they claim was delivered yesterday and either can’t or won’t provide the tracking number.
Turns out, the package was delivered yesterday to a mailbox. Just not ours. No delivery receipt requested. The neighbor at No. 64 dropped it off a few minutes ago. I opened a case with Fedex; they were equally surprised it wasn’t dropped at the door.
In complete disgust, I applied for a “Green” loan from Greylock, and pulled my application from Cape Cod Five. Maybe just as well: lower interest rate for the same home improvements we wanted to finance, like insulation, windows, roof, etc.
Garage floor is wet again, but the ceiling looks dry.
Cancelled Ron’s vehicle registration, removed his auto from the insurance policy. It wasn’t necessary for him to turn in the plates. I am mighty impressed that the Registry database was updated immediately.
Ron made an appointment for Lizzie’s euthanization tomorrow at Mt. Vincent Vet Hospital. She and I went out earlier in the rain. She’s asleep now but was stumbling around badly before, and that’s dangerous for her and for us, too.
The new unit is in! Our neighbor was on the two-man crew who installed it.
Ron is off to the transfer station and to Aubuchon. I went to the bank earlier and realized that my PIN was wrong. Picked up a book on hold at the library and changed the PIN once I got home.
Lizzie fell down the basement stairs but seems to be okay. She’s not had a particularly good day, falling a lot both in and out.
Ron checked out what appeared to be a locked padlock on one of the sheds and squared it away.
Found the checkbook that I couldn’t put my paws on and reconciled it along with one other.
Waiting for a couple of refunds, one from National Grid, the other from an online service.
The person in charge of a second remediation company checked out the attics and will give us a proposal between now and Monday.
Bland, disappointing vegetable dishes from Blue Mango.
Call from FEDEX, the fools at Vonage must have given them a wrong address for my modem. They will try to deliver the package tomorrow (Thursday).
Ron signed the paperwork to relinquish the Corolla at Haddad yesterday. We removed the remaining personal items, including Lizzie’s harness. I am sad; Ron is resigned.
I am in shock that the damage was so extensive that the car couldn’t be repaired.
Ron gassed up the rental at BJ’s – $3.03/gallon – and returned it to Enterprise yesterday. I am not eager for him to get another vehicle or for that matter, to drive mine. We’ll see how it goes.
Heard from A1!
Got a proposal from Abide.
Building permit for the roof and window replacement is in the works.
I’ve been up for a couple of hours, getting my head ready for today.
I’d contacted the wrong company about a refund but think it’s squared away now.
Requested quotes from two other asbestos/vermiculite removal companies.
Pleased to see reactions with which I agree in the WSJ on the GOP attempt to defund the IRS and the CCT on racism in the Mashpee schools.
Conversations yesterday around Ron’s car, which after inspection by techs was declared a total loss. A stupid, unnecessary, idiotic business which never should have happened if he’d taken my advice and stayed in a motel the night we moved.
Fortunately, it appears the settlement from GEICO will cover the amount he owes to Toyota/Bank of America. Unfortunately, the downpayment he made from his prior accident settlement is essentially money thrown away.
He wanted me to go with him to the body shop because he a) can’t rely on GPS because his phone can’t keep a charge and b) claims he can’t follow written directions. He couldn’t figure out the location even though the address is in the letter I printed off for him (heaven forfend that I simply forward the adjuster’s email, he’d never find it in the mess that is his inbox) and started raving that it was somewhere around Sturbridge. In fact, the body shop is in Pittsfield.
Enterprise was good, they agreed to allow him to return their rental today or tomorrow, and are charging us the insurance rate for the days that GEICO won’t cover.
Up early today. Slept from 6:30 last evening to 3:30 this morning.
Watched the last Patriots game of the season on Paramount Plus. Ron made popcorn.
Ron got another piece of furniture out of the garage and set it up in the living room. I cleared more boxes out of the “sunroom”.
Fixed a living room lamp this morning that Lizzie had knocked over and put on its proper shade.
Found the parts for the IKEA bookcase. I’d moved them after the end table they were sitting on collapsed.
The inspector from Abide just left. Both sections of the attic are a mess and will take a week to clean. They would set up a work area in the bedroom, closing it off with plastic sheeting. They can deal with the bureaus but we’ll need to move the bed.
He took a sample of the vermiculite; we’ll get a proposal from his office and a report on its origin. If Zonolite, we could get a settlement from their Attic Insulation Trust, Claim #27975.
Took Ron out to breakfast at Brewhaha, then we stopped by the North Adams Farmers Market.
Figured we’d take in MoCA while we were there. So impressive, brilliantly curated. I’d forgotten what good art is, and what a pleasure to see so many young people.
Ron seemed to enjoy it although before and after the visit to the museum, he spewed the usual criticism, complaints and third person commands, like “the cardboard must be removed” as opposed to “I can work on removing the cardboard”.
I think he doesn’t realize that most of the time, every word out of his mouth is a swear and/or complaint about something.
I woke up at 2 AM after involuntarily recalling my nightmarish experience at that wretched company in Maryland.
I’m concerned about having tools in the garage, which is not just damp but soggy. I mentioned it to Ron, who had just come in from walking Lizzie in the back yard.
Our Wareham friends had worked so hard to get everything organized, it seems a shame to disrupt it, never mind using up a fairly liveable space on storage.
Still, perhaps we could make the garage more water-tight at some point. Until then, I think we need to take better care of our things. At least my things.
Ron will be too lazy or too passive, then when his tools rust and become unusable, he’ll enjoy complaining about it.
Participated in a January 6 standout in front of First Congregational Church.
Learned about the Caretaker Farm and the former owner of 71 Henderson, an elementary school art teacher who caused a stir in town.
Jesse dropped by to pick up his lock box. Gave me the name of a carpenter who might be able to do some work here at a more reasonable price than the so-called handyman quoted.
Ryan came by to take window measurements. We realized he skipped one in his earlier visit: 12 in all. I picked out a shingle color that simulates the look of slate.
Deposited a check at the credit union and filled up the truck at Cumby.
Lined up a visit by Abide Environmental Services for Monday. Started a claim with the Zonolite Attic Insulation Trust. Still no word from A1.
Re-upped with Vonage, disgusted with Spectrum landline service. Switch should happen some time next week.
Lizzie was awake when I got downstairs at 4:30 this morning.
Received correspondence from GEICO about Ron’s car but am confused by what it means: can the car be repaired or has the adjuster declared it a total loss? Two sets of correspondence, two different messages. Guess he needs to call them.
We tried removing the old cylinder from the office chair but couldn’t budge it.
I wish Ron would get it through his head that his whining and complaining accomplishes nothing and grates on my nerves like sandpaper laced with acid.
Fighting with cardboard boxes.
Picking poor Lizzie up.
Cleaning up after poor Lizzie.
Clutter.
Media obsession with Kevin McCarthy and the Chaos Caucus.
Finished unpacking the LPs, though, and Peter the electrician cleaned up the disasters in the garage and will be back next week to work on the upstairs outlets.
Unpacked the CD storage rack. I seem to have foisted a real carpentry project on Ron!
Switched to the Williamstown Community Choice Power Supply Program and Dynegy Energy Services. https://colonialpowergroup.com/williamstown/
Picked up my med and a few frozen entrees at Walmart.
Set up bill pay for National Grid at the credit union.
Lizzie had a rough time at the end of the day.
Ron put the second LP cube together. Filled it up, one more box to unload. Damn.
Carville nailed the Chaos Caucus in his interview with Ari Melber: “You’re supposed to throw the grenade after you pull the pin,” he said. “They pulled the pin and passed the grenade around!”