Friend Ryan came over this morning to work on the ceiling fan project. He is the one who first put the wires and boxes in the attic at least six years ago when he installed the ceiling fan in my shack. A couple of weeks ago, he came over to install one in Meg's new bedroom and discovered that he had to actually go up into the attic to find the wires and the box. It had to have been at least 150 degrees up there, so he threw the wire and box for the last bedroom fan toward the right spot then just to prevent another attic trek. Today, with a hole in the ceiling, he looked and reached, and reached and looked...working with his arms over his head. FINALLY, he was able to grab them without having to crawl back up in the attic.
Once the fan project was done, Ryan had to depart to take his Irish Wolfhound, Oliver, to the vet. Oliver was being treated for thyroid problems, but was having a bigger problem with mobility. X-rays and tests showed no broken bones, no hip displasia, no spinal difficulties...but the poor critter couldn't even get up to poop. Medication wasn't helping. The doctors didn't even really know what was wrong. The bottom line is that Ryan made the decision to have 135-pound, 7-year-old Oliver put to sleep today. My heart aches for him...
I keep working on the wallpaper stripping, but my heart isn't in it. I reallly, really need to have the rest of the house in better order, just for my mental health. I will work on that...and keep pluggin'. :)
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