So I had this beautiful door... and now I have pieces of a beautiful door.
Oh, and wingnuts. I'm going to talk about wingnuts.
More below the dooblydoo.
It seems the door had been repaired at some point with some kind of wood filler or glue that is water soluble inside the panels and the frame. As it tends to rain a little bit on the Oregon coast - I opened the door this morning to let the cat out for a bit of air and the door fell into its component panels and frame pieces with the hinges still firmly attached to the bulkhead.
So I have door pieces, and once again no door. I dug out the longest screws I had and tried to pin the frame back together, but no dice. Even deep sinking the screws they won't hold. I thought about some angle brackets but I don't have any. I don't really have any wood to make a new door from either. It's kind of jammed in there now to keep the place warm - but it no longer functions as a door.
Tomorrow morning I will be making the trek once again to the CCA office to see if my ballot has come. I went twice last week and both times they had closed early with no notice (Tuesday, Wednesday) and then Friday they were closed to the public for some kind of meeting. Since I can't afford a post office box and can't receive mail at my physical location - CCA is all I have. Since I don't have a working phone either, if it's not there I will use their phone to call the voter line and see what my options are. As Oregon is a vote by mail state - there's nowhere to go in person to vote. While I am confidant that the President will carry Oregon, I'd like to actually exercise my rights hand help make sure of it. And yes, I made sure I was properly registered with the CCA office address and not my old one in Portland.
My friend the Creationist engineer is still frothing at the mouth about Benghazi and seems to believe the President is a sekrit Muslin who is going to destroy democracy as soon as those of us too foolish to obey Hashem's will vote him in. How he knows that Romney is Hashem's preferred choice I have no idea - given the parts of the Torah that talk about widows, orphans, the poor, the worker and the dignity of the common man. For a culture that is decries public humiliation and teaches that the poor are ENTITLED to tzadukah as Yiddishkeit claims to so much - there seem to be an awful lot of frummies reveling in being nasty to Democratic members of their communities and very eager to see any kind of social safety net slashed.
The change in the weather has been pretty hard for this early, I spent most of Shabbos crying for no apparent reason. As someone who doesn't cry, this was more than a little disconcerting. I've been back twice (in addition to the two wasted trips last week) to CCA to follow up on being able to see a doctor - but it still seems that SNAP is considered "income" by their billing department and therefore the sliding scale starts above $0, which is where I need it to be. Never mind the cost of actual meds and the fact that I seem to owe them from the pneumonia adventure in the summer because of the cancelled OHP.
I'm reading sailing and cruising books voraciously; can't write worth a crap, despite a strong start on my NaNo - and pretty much do not want to leave the boat under any circumstances. I do force myself to go out daily, wash the dishes, scoop the poop, take a shower every couple days - but it's oddly more for the cat's sake than my own. He needs a clean not gross place to live - and that little sandpaper tongue is NOT cool when it's been licking the same place for 20 minutes while I was asleep.
But the constant damp and the door exploding today are getting to me. It's just warm enough that the boat sweats in the places without insulation - but the dehumidifiers can't keep up like they do when it's actually cold outside. My clothes never really dry out if I have to go outside in the rain, my shoes are wet enough that cotton socks are not an option because of the friction. I have a couple pairs of wool ones that are ok, even sopping wet, but prune toes are not my best look.
My friend The Deckhand has been trying for the last year to get his patented crab catcher design on the market with no success and failing health - so he gave in and sent off the information to one of those invention buying companies. He wanted so badly to build a business and create local jobs, but he never stood a chance. When you're poor and broken no one wants to back you. He had a lot of people locally say they were in, but when it came time to put up some money for materials and getting started - poof they just don't seem to have time to discuss it, maybe later.
Given how badly hurt he is from his injuries and he STILL can't get approved for disability - and the man can hardly move most days without agony in his face and neck from having them shattered, with x rays and and doctor ordered surgeries to boot - what chance have I got to get approved because I'm a little bit of a whackball if I make it through the 5 months more waiting time I was told to expect?
It's going to be a long, wet winter and I am running out of ideas of how to hold fast.