“Remoted” – Day 504 (Monday)

At 5:30 this morning, dressed in pajamas and bathrobe, I made instant mashed potatoes for Moose’s meals due to some dog menu negligence yesterday. Oops. Thank goodness for instant provisions on hand for emergencies.

After the early morning kitchen shift, there was a quick ride to the Post Office to mail a card. Not in pajamas, I dressed in real clothes first. On the return leg, a tiny detour was taken to an address two streets away from The BungaLowell. The address is noted in a letter from the Conservation Commission about a public hearing next week about a notice of intent to “demolish an existing addition and construct a larger addition at the subject property in the 100 year floodplain.” 

The letter arrived last week and referenced the city website for information about the project, but I couldn’t find it when I checked the site. The drive by, or more accurately, the drive and execute a three-point turn in the street where the road was closed about two years ago after the state inspected and condemned the bridge over the brook, yielded little. Now, the only maneuver left to execute with the Jeep is parallel parking, which I was really good at with the Honda and every vehicle before it. There just hasn’t been a need for it in recent travels.

After that, it was just another workday Monday, blah blah blah, we all know the drill. The leftover baked cheesy cauliflower and broccoli for lunch was great reheated and was the clear highlight of the 8:15 to 5:00 stretch. 

At 5:00, it was one day closer to vacation. Eight more work days until it arrives. With the exception of a vet appointment for Moose scheduled for the morning of the first vacation day, it’s currently a seat of the pants, make it up as I go, non-plans staycation week and a day. A couple house tasks are noodling around in the cranium. Some of the ideas, like painting the bathroom and the enclosed porch, have been floating around since I moved in. The problem is, I don’t dislike the bathroom enough yet to be sufficiently motivated to put in the work. It’s not even dislike, there are actually no feelings about it at all. Some of the paint in the porch is flaking off and could be a big job scraping the several layers off the bead board. If I wait long enough, maybe it will all fall off on its own. We’ll see.