( We had a dumpster delivered to the house this morning. )
They're going to empty it and return it tomorrow morning. We've rented it for a week, and I think we'll probably have about three loads total. Tomorrow we clean out under the deck and out by the barns. It's fun, really.
I really screwed up my hand when I fell the other day. I couldn't use it at all for about 24 hours, but constant ice packs, pain meds and steroids did the trick. It's pretty much back to where it was before I did my stupid tractor trick. To be honest, my left hand is pretty much shot anyway. I have very little strength there anymore, and it's painful to open even something like a ziplock bag. It's lupus doing its thing. At least it's not my right hand, I say with thanks.
I think my fix for the mail box is going to pass muster with the local postal inspector. It's not pretty, and it doesn't close 1005 of the way (about 98%), but I'm pretty sure that we'll get the OK for it. I used some steel wool on the rust, a hammer on the tin, and my trusty can of Pam on the rivets. Now if the mail box would only oblige and cough up my freakin' work visa, I'd be ever so grateful.
And I'm having a hot flash. Ack!
They're going to empty it and return it tomorrow morning. We've rented it for a week, and I think we'll probably have about three loads total. Tomorrow we clean out under the deck and out by the barns. It's fun, really.
I really screwed up my hand when I fell the other day. I couldn't use it at all for about 24 hours, but constant ice packs, pain meds and steroids did the trick. It's pretty much back to where it was before I did my stupid tractor trick. To be honest, my left hand is pretty much shot anyway. I have very little strength there anymore, and it's painful to open even something like a ziplock bag. It's lupus doing its thing. At least it's not my right hand, I say with thanks.
I think my fix for the mail box is going to pass muster with the local postal inspector. It's not pretty, and it doesn't close 1005 of the way (about 98%), but I'm pretty sure that we'll get the OK for it. I used some steel wool on the rust, a hammer on the tin, and my trusty can of Pam on the rivets. Now if the mail box would only oblige and cough up my freakin' work visa, I'd be ever so grateful.
And I'm having a hot flash. Ack!