A Few Updates
There is, however, depressing news on the electrical front. An electrical contractor came by yesterday to give me an estimate for upgrading the wiring, but he took one look at the situation and shook his head sadly. Rewiring a big old two-story house is, apparently, an unthinkably major undertaking that would involve tearing down the walls and ripping out the ceilings and second floor. Essentially rebuilding the entire house. No can do.
So our only hope now is to find somebody, somewhere, who will insure it with the knob and tube wiring. My fabulous realtor Marla is frantically looking for a rogue insurance company that won't slam the door. We're also having a roofing contractor come out today to give an estimate for reroofing. But if it's impossible to obtain insurance, I'll have to declare bankruptcy and just turn the house over to creditors. Ha, let them deal with the damn mess! I hope they're getting severe migraines at the mere thought of it.
In happier news, and this is an extremely exciting milestone: I gave myself my very first post-chemo haircut last night! I just trimmed a little off the fuzzy tufts that were sprouting behind the ears. It felt good to be squeezing my trusty nail scissors, though it didn't trigger my old compulsive hair cutting disorder so far. But what fun it was, seeing that familiar little pile of hairs drifting around on the sink again! I think this is as long as I'm going to let it grow, so this will be the final Monday Hair Growing Progress Report. From now on, it's only going to get shorter (especially if the CHCD comes back). Woot!
Still a little thin in places, but the curls manage to achieve a pretty effective combover.
The author sporting ridiculous flip-flops and newly trimmed hair.