Calling Our Handyman

Things were building up around the house. It was time to call our handyman. One major effort is that I want to move into our old guest room. I am declaring it my new study. To do that, I need a phone line down there. Also need a network cable to connect my work computer.

We also needed help in our master bedroom bathroom. The shower head is old and crusty. The wallpaper is coming off the wall here and there. I tried to patch up the wallpaper and it looks bad. The ceiling needs a little repair too. The grout and caulk on the shower tiles needs help.

The last big item is the new shed I want. I founder a vendor. They don't do permits. They do not install on an incline. I want my handman to take care of these problems for me. I hope I can afford him to do all my shed work. This will require a concrete pad to level out the hill. I want a big shed once and for all.

Open Window Effect

When we moved in the house, I claimed the 4th bedroom upstairs as my study. Momoko seemed helpless with all her papers. So I opened up the study to share it with her. She desperately needs a bookcase though.

Well we gave away our guest bed in the downstairs 5th bedroom. So I am going to make that my study. Today I moved my two bookshelves from the top level to the bottom. The bookcases themselves were a haul. But the books were the hardest.

I did not move a few items. For example, I pulled off the super absorbent window towels from my bookshelf. I put them on the window sills in our master bedroom. While doing so, I found one of the windows open.

Now we were freezing because it is a double pane window. Only the inner pane was open. Still, now I know why Momoko had been complaining about a cold breeze up in tghe brdroon. Tomorrow I move out shelf with school supplies up from the basement to Momoko's "new" study.

Back to College

At work I am thinking I may need to learn some more programming skills to prepare for the long haul. The next version of the system I work on will use technologies I am not familiar with. My plan is to go back to college to help my studying.

Today I took the morning off from work. I went to the local community college where I recently enrolled. I had read the schedule of classes and identified where visitor parking was. The problem was that the lots were not clearly marked. Eventually I parked in the right place.

After registering for a spring class, I decided to get a parking sticker for my car. A worker in the book store pointed me out where the Campus Police substation was. When I got there, it was empty. They are the only ones who can issue a parking sticker. That's ok. I decided to go to the Campus Police main office in the facilities building.

This is where it got strange. I had a campus map. I followed along to the edge of the parking lots. Then I passed some tennis courts. There was a small concrete path that I followed. The path ended at a tiny shack. I had to proceed on a dirt path. Finally I made it to Campus Police. Ooops. I did not have my registration. So I made the trek back to my car. As I was walking back on the dirt path, a pickup truck making a lot of noise came up behind me. I bolted toward the concrete path in the front. This college campus is not very cat friendly. Let's hope the class I signed up for is good.