Another week

A week has passed at my father's place. I have found the only way I can stand things is to sleep through most of the day, work furiously on the computer while awake during daylight hours, and then leave for the bar as soon as it gets dark. This has kept my father from focusing on my long enough to deliver some harangue about "following his rules if I want to live here" (which means I can't clean the rat shit and rat piss, stained magazines and newspapers, or move the decades old detritus in any way that he notices while living/surviving/existing in the closet I have been allotted). Well, as long as he leaves me alone I suppose that's a win, as sad as it is.

Published chapter 3 of my "fun book" on Jukepopserial http://www.jukepopserials.com/home/read/1323

Continued work on "Quest of the Migo" and outlines for SCP project and another Lovecraftian story based upon lizard men.

Took garbage can outside for a thorough cleaning. Can't throw it out and get a new one - "What do you think, I'm made of money?" from the father who eats out every day, buys new things instead of looking for something he lost, and buys electronic equipment and tools that are broken "for the right price". You should see the tool shed. And the vicinity. (will post pics).

So I'm rinsing out the garbage can for reuse. While doing so I have cleaned HALF of the sink area. That means I had to put detergent, scrubber pads, oil, tools, styrofoam cups, and cleansers in their "new" places (under the sink and in a nearby drawer). I can hardly wait for my father to return home from breakfast and explode when he sees what I have done.

Onward ...

Moved - Accomplished, Mostly

So the move into my father's place is complete. I've piled boxes as high as I can in the tiny room he has alotted for my use, and stacked the rest on the porch outside. After a week of waiting I have Verizon installed as an internet service. Did you know, according to my last Brighthouse technician, that Brighthouse is incapable of providing two accounts to a single residential address? The level of technical ability - adding another tap to the pole - is far beyond the abilities of their average service technician. In fact, as I wrote this, Brighthouse called me to discuss the issue of providing a second service to the same residential address. Apparently it IS possible. So the technician was wrong. Why he turned off my father's cable service AT THE POLE is now a rather curious question. He acted displeased that he had to come here and not be able to do the job. Spite? He certainly seemed to be somewhat of a jackass. I'm finding "spite" is the only possible reason he decided to "unhook" the address. Nice, eh?

So the adventure continues. Soon I will be eradicating the rats in the walls and the mice that have infested my father's place due to his unwillingness to pick up after himself. They are on official notice of eviction. After that, I can clean up the rotting hulk of a sailboat that rests at the end of the dock. I'm not sure, but I may have heard moans of the damned emanating from it's vicinity. I look forward to the investigation.