Well, I had an interesting night last night.
Nothing happened at work. And when I say nothing, usually I mean literally, nothing.
I start to count the documents I do during the day and lately only come up with like 3, maybe.
Then I stopped by the temple and no one was there, something about the HighSchool Homecoming.
Was again asked, for the like 5th time if I have any relation to Vernon aka The Deacon. I keep telling the same guy yes, something about Vern being my Grandpa Ray's cousin.
Then I went home and talked to Mum and Evan on the phone. Listened to Evans dating failures and Moms ambitions for her mothers upstairs carpet replacement.
I ate some lasgna I've been eating the past four days, took a shower and was brave enough to knock on doors again to attempt to get some things done regarding the HOA and our new gate mainly cuz I knew AJ was home. He finally gave me some answers so I could continue my progress on this matter. Relief. But of course, talking to such people takes longer than you always expect it.
I ran over to Neals to pick up Mins nail guns and he ended up talking to me for awhile, like usual.
I didn't get to Gma's until like 8:30ish where Mum was already moving things upstairs and ripping out carpet. That carpet has been there since 1947 I believe. The pad underneath like disinegraded. And actual wood planks underneath! None of this sheetrock business. Like a solid built house of brick and wood. But the nails in the wood are what makes the house so loud and creaky when stepped upon.
I pulled out staples and sat on the floor and pounded out the carpet tack. Oh the pain. A simple task really, but I was clearly to old and fat for such activity. Dad did the stairs while Mum and I pounded in the room. They are using Mums industrial carpet she seemingly inherited and hired a guy to install it today, but they didn't want to pay for him ripping it out too so they enlisted my help in that. No one was going to help me take out my carpet to save money when I moved in my place. Not even the sister that wanted me to move so quickly. Anyways. It'll be nice.
We didn't get done, or mostly done until about 11pm. I quit and went home. I still had HOA stuff to do. I gathered all the letters and handed them out to the units so they'd get them in the morning when they left for work. Finally got to bed at like midnight.
About three hours later there was huge loud thunder booms outside and soon after a 52 pound dog attempting to jump on top of me in bed. He only got half of himself on top of me and constantly sticking his nose in my face and constantly moving/twitching. I only felt him shaking a few times tho. I'm never going to get any sleep like this. He kept seeing the lightning outside and would freak out, but thunder wouldn't come after like an hour so I knew it calmed down, but convincing Max was another issue. I finally got to go back to sleep even with a dog halfway on my bed staring at me and constantly making little movements.
I'm not sure why I was in such a good mood during that whole ordeal. Usually you wake me up I'm grumpy. Yesterday morning I was in a foul mood. That demanding unit owner pissed me off. By the time I was done with the temple I was chatting nicely to Evan, doing physical work and driving home at 11pm pritti awake. I stayed awake and happy as I passed out HOA letter stuff. And I didnt even get too mad when the dog kept trying to stuff his head under my arms, pillow and blankets for like an hour or more. But I'm still here with lack of sleep and not too ornery.
Oh, but I think I'll miss having a scared dog during the thundering nights. It's been a long time since a storm has scared him like this. I think the last time was in Mins house and he was literally on top of me that time. He was young enough he could jump on the bed I guess.
Anyways, just a weird night.