Two weeks before my mother’s death we had a devastating barrage of thunderstorms. Eventually the ground got saturated and water does what it always does, find a place to go. Which meant once again the basement was flooded, especially the man cave area. I am giving up my Fortress of Solitude until we can get drain tiles, a sump pump, and rewiring done. And that is going to be a good long wait.
So other than the paperback collection, everything now has a permanent place upstairs. Books, computer, stereo. Carjo is under strict orders that the stereo will be playing music she will find overly complicated, epic in length, and often loud. Quite often it will do all three things, which to a pop princess who likes sensitive 70s singer/songwriters, folk music of the 60s, country acts of the 80s, and boy bands of the 90s, is the antithesis of everything she believes in. Tough shit. I am going to go into the living room and play some Rush.