Between normal seasonal growth and the storms that have swept our state, we're all dealing with our stages of disarray.
People who work in landscaping, plumbing, roofing, electrical, etc. are overwhelmed.
Houseboy stopped by yesterday to check on our minuscule plantation. I pointed out limbs close to wires, overgrown trees and hedges, etc. I thought I had the perfect solution: While you're working with other clients, loan me your chainsaw.
Well, I wish a had a photo of his look of horror. Although I made the girl scout promise to stay away from power lines and keep both feet on the ground, he would have none of it.
Instead, I went out today with my big manual clippers and chopped for a while. It made me feel better. I know we have an axe around here somewhere.
Showing posts with label Money Pit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Money Pit. Show all posts
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
In the Same Room
If you have an older home, as I do, things are guaranteed to go wrong. Ours is a money pit but I still love it. I actually love it more knowing that eventually we will have to make the smart decision to downsize so that makes me cherish every tree and the view from every window.
When something goes wrong, I do my best to fix it. But, I have this fantasy. Could we get everyone in the same room? The water company tells me I am using an absurd amount of water -- there must be a leak. The plumber tells me he can't find a leak and the water company is messing with me. The sprinkler/irrigation people tell me I need to talk to the water company.
If there's a computer problem, I have to call the cable company (supplier of my high-speed service,) the Internet provider and the hosts of my domain names.
When we had the oldies, we skirted between VA doctors (last count was 8) and our preferred physician. A conversation in the same room would've saved everyone a lot of stress. (I must admit our doctor did his best to make it happen.)
The same is true of personal relationships. Spouses and friends can clear the air but it helps to be in the same room. Hey, you can always walk away.
When something goes wrong, I do my best to fix it. But, I have this fantasy. Could we get everyone in the same room? The water company tells me I am using an absurd amount of water -- there must be a leak. The plumber tells me he can't find a leak and the water company is messing with me. The sprinkler/irrigation people tell me I need to talk to the water company.
If there's a computer problem, I have to call the cable company (supplier of my high-speed service,) the Internet provider and the hosts of my domain names.
When we had the oldies, we skirted between VA doctors (last count was 8) and our preferred physician. A conversation in the same room would've saved everyone a lot of stress. (I must admit our doctor did his best to make it happen.)
The same is true of personal relationships. Spouses and friends can clear the air but it helps to be in the same room. Hey, you can always walk away.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Rotting
Something is rotting here.
This is our latest adventure with this money pit of a house. It began two days ago. Every time I opened the refrigerator, water would squirt from the ice maker on the freezer side. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was a random ice cube or something. The next morning I was greeted by a puddle on the kitchen floor. I let the dog lick it up and then mopped the rest. I had to run out for a meeting so by the time I returned, it was not even on my radar screen.
This morning I returned from an early appointment and noticed a distinct odor. It's not the freezer on the fritz; it's the whole darn appliance. They can't get here until tomorrow to repair it so I will be tossing a bunch of rotting stuff. Yes, it smells pretty yummy in here. I suspect we will go out to dinner.
I'm sure this would not have gotten by the Belle. There are people who are in tune with their homes. I am not one of them. I want things to work the way they are supposed to and I don't want to have to think about it.
The bright side is that we're not loaded with butter, bacon and eggs. There's not much to worry about and if they fix it tomorrow, I'll start with a clean slate.
This is our latest adventure with this money pit of a house. It began two days ago. Every time I opened the refrigerator, water would squirt from the ice maker on the freezer side. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was a random ice cube or something. The next morning I was greeted by a puddle on the kitchen floor. I let the dog lick it up and then mopped the rest. I had to run out for a meeting so by the time I returned, it was not even on my radar screen.
This morning I returned from an early appointment and noticed a distinct odor. It's not the freezer on the fritz; it's the whole darn appliance. They can't get here until tomorrow to repair it so I will be tossing a bunch of rotting stuff. Yes, it smells pretty yummy in here. I suspect we will go out to dinner.
I'm sure this would not have gotten by the Belle. There are people who are in tune with their homes. I am not one of them. I want things to work the way they are supposed to and I don't want to have to think about it.
The bright side is that we're not loaded with butter, bacon and eggs. There's not much to worry about and if they fix it tomorrow, I'll start with a clean slate.
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