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Jun. 26th, 2006 06:12 pmFMLA leave is great - allows me time to spend with mom and take care of her, etc. It also sucks due to the fact my paycheck becomes a big fat zero. Time off that I could combine with some needed work around the house and garage has to be metered delicately with available funds. So, I instead noodle my way along using stuff I already have on hand. It can be frustrating at times though.
It's been raining it's ass off around these parts. One of my no-funds-needed projects will be cleaning out the downspouts, as I was greeted with a behind-the-Niagara Falls view through just about every window during the downpours. One day of rain netted over 6 inches of the wet stuff, overflowing my unenviable rain gauge and leaving the true numbers a mystery. Some minor basement dampness as a result, nothing of note. Luckily the house roof, which is in desperate need of replacing in one area is still staying watertight. I dont want anyone pounding on the roof while Mom is trying to rest. I have some wiring and trimwork to occupy my time, plus I am finally going to finish up the damn sheetrock, painting and woodwork in the sunroom.
Of course, I could always count on the myriad times I have helped coworkers put additions on their houses, fixed their cars, countless hours of advice, help and whatnot. Or at least count on their concern. But, apparently FMLA means I get absolutely none of that either.
Mom's condition steadily declines, but she's hanging tough. I can only guess as to how much longer though.
It's been raining it's ass off around these parts. One of my no-funds-needed projects will be cleaning out the downspouts, as I was greeted with a behind-the-Niagara Falls view through just about every window during the downpours. One day of rain netted over 6 inches of the wet stuff, overflowing my unenviable rain gauge and leaving the true numbers a mystery. Some minor basement dampness as a result, nothing of note. Luckily the house roof, which is in desperate need of replacing in one area is still staying watertight. I dont want anyone pounding on the roof while Mom is trying to rest. I have some wiring and trimwork to occupy my time, plus I am finally going to finish up the damn sheetrock, painting and woodwork in the sunroom.
Of course, I could always count on the myriad times I have helped coworkers put additions on their houses, fixed their cars, countless hours of advice, help and whatnot. Or at least count on their concern. But, apparently FMLA means I get absolutely none of that either.
Mom's condition steadily declines, but she's hanging tough. I can only guess as to how much longer though.
