After a couple years of orphan-hood i figured I’d have gotten the hand of most of the regular things my parents did – like paperwork & just how it relates to actual things – but I’m still pretty much confused & therefore irked most of the time. Spent the day unknotting Insurance payments from Mortgage payments, which I noticed were tangled only because of two nearly impenetrable letters I nearly tossed ass trash.
They made this look simple.
I’m about at the halfway point in making the yard livable but it’s taken 2 week longer now than it was supposed to take; it looks lovely, but it has taken much longer. I find myself vacillating between anger & indifference. A year from now all will be well, but getting through that year is often no fun; the Romance of Home Improvement is on the outside. 
Last year was a terrible cycling year. I ended up not even counting up my total miles. I just missed my folks & stopped caring. This year was supposed to be better but the former single mindedness* I had (mostly anger at the illnesses taking my parents) has dulled in sadness. I’m more easily tired & I find other things to do instead of riding. I figure I’ll find my form again when I find it.
My slow contractor has given me screened-in porches on two levels, which will be fine things to enjoy this Fall perhaps reflecting on improvements to next season’s routes.
*Just noticed the Fixed Gear pun in this
Ecbatan 