Sorry about the mold spot. It sounds like it is only surface on the wall. I hope the flooring is similar (or better ), that would make repairs much easier.
Pretty wild XW taking her van on vacation. Two vehicles when they could all fit in one. And XW’s blaming over the van door, and threatening to just leave…SMH.
Sounds like D20 gave some sage feedback to D18 regarding Mom and the stress.
Glad to hear the two kids had a fun time hiking and seeing the underground waterfall.
Hang in there g, you are doing good. Keep letting go/accept that which you cannot control/change. And dig into that which you can.
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(Now, where am I going to find this salted caramel pretzel ice cream. Sounds delicious.)
Ah! It does now for me. It wasn't before... hence the comments. Thanks for the explanation. It all makes sense now.
I'll assign the cause to the fact my workplace runs a transparent man-in-the-middle type proxy with what seems to be dynamic security rules. Many web site scripting and dynamic bits don't work well here because of the security implications. I get to find out which sites have static fallback functionality!
Clicking on the capital letter on the left side, example “G”, bring up the same page as clicking the name on the like status bar.
The name on the left side brings up a menu of different things depending upon one’s permissions. A couple of those menu items are “forum posts”, which brings up that users posts, and “Like Summary” which brings up their likes.
At any rate, this particular functionality is by design of the UBB software.
Clicking on a user's name on the left side of a post DOES NOT lead to their profile. Clicking on their name on a "like" at the bottom of a post DOES lead to their profile.
A suggestion: on the left side of a post where it lists Joined Date, Posts Count, and Likes Count... Link the posts count to the list of all posts by that user and the like count to the list of all likes by that user. These linked lists are available on the user profile page but it would simplify the user experience to be able to do so right from a post by that user.
Well…what an end to the weekend. I see I still have work to do to accept that which I cannot change. To not stress about it. To vent a little here about my stress and my sadness.
Mostly it was a good weekend though. I sent off S13 and D18 with XW on a road trip she, Grandma, and Grandpa had planned. They were heading north through Georgia, Tennessee and on for a week. XW in her van and grandparents in their RV. D20 did not go. I did not ask.
“They” do it to me - I
I got many things done too. 27 Gal bins were filled with D18’s debris she had ejected from her bedroom a while back. Ikea shelving/storage units from her previous setup were put in the garage. (In theory for XW… though she has said many times she is going to take them … and no follow though. XW messaged a few weeks back, ”I’ll probably need you or D20 to help make the arrangements. I get ignored or sabotaged when I try”).
home ownership burdens - I
Tonight after doing the weekly grocery shopping together, D20 and I started on moving bookcases around to their new planned configuration… when…. Behind one that I had planned to leave in place I found a mold spot on the wall about 2 ft X 3 ft in size. $#%^#$%^$. A small spot on the floor in front seemed damp to me and smelled musty.
With the help of one of D20’s friends we inspected outside and then took a sheetrock knife to cut out the molded section. Huh. No moisture signs in the sheetrock. Only on the paint and surface. The next step will be pull off the baseboard and pull up the carpet to inspect. Ugh. I just see hours work and $$$ signs in front of my eyes.
“They” do it to me - II
With that, I called it for the night. A bowl of ice cream each (A scoop of cherry and a scoop of salted caramel pretzel. Hey, it was a BOGO sale today!) and then D20 and I off to walk the dogs. My phone rings half way thought the walk with D18 calling. I answer thinking nothing of it.
D18, ”Dad! Dad! Is D20 there? I HAVE TO TALK TO HER. SHE WASNT ANSWERING HER PHONE.”
G, ”Yes, she’s right here. We’re walking the dogs right now. I’ll put you on speaker.”
D18 crying, ”NO. I have to talk to HER.”
I hand the phone to D20 and take both dogs. I could hear D18 in tears and stress. Judging by her request for D20, this was not something for me to jump into protective DAD mode. I walked ahead … trusting in D20’s judgement. It sounded like they were discussing XW. Bits and pieces I heard:
She’s a grown woman and can make her own choices You don’t control any of that You can’t do anything about what she does Just let her do it Do you need me to come get you? (700 miles) Go ride with Grandma and Grandpa instead I have a relationship with her… It’s just not close
That last one… hurt to hear.
After we got home she did put the phone on speaker. With S13 on the other end also. They told us about their exciting day hiking and going in a cave with an underground waterfall. Our advice was - Go hang out with Grandpa when it is stressful. You don’t have to explain it all. Just tell him you need time away and want his company for a while. “
Later D20 volunteered: Mom’s van door broke. She said it was “them” who sabotaged it She got upset when D18 didn’t believe her She said she might leave them with Grandma and Grandpa and drive back home She stormed off …
home ownership burdens - II
And then I noticed the overflow pan under at the air conditioning was filling up with water. SIGH. The drain pipe is clogged again. I used the wet vac to clear the existing water. The vinegar poured down the drain pipe to help clear any growths. This may take several days of attention to clear. My fault for not cleaning it earlier on schedule. I’m tired. Of constant fixes needed. And just tired.
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LEMONADE - Forrest Frank & The Figs
Devil thought he really got us I guess he just forgot that God works everything for better No matter what the weather He knits it all together Cozier than a sweater ……… Lemonade I watch my worries wash a-way, lemonade It's gonna be okay Life gave me some lemons But my Jesus, He be makin' lemonade
(The track was created during Forrest Frank's recovery from a serious skateboarding injury resulting in multiple back fractures, where he channeled his emotions into music from his hospital bed. … finding hope and faith in challenging times.)
), that would make repairs much easier.