Where I was when life passed by...
I haven’t BLOGged much at all lately, and here’s why –
Tuesday was July 4th, American Independence day. It’s a holiday, paid time off and all!
So, I thought to take Monday off too, make it a four day weekend.
What the heck, take Friday too! FIVE DAYS OFF! Like a mini vacation and it’ll only cost me two days vacation time.
HA!
Friday we had a notary come to the house to watch us sign our loan paperwork. That only took a couple of hours, but of course, there was the cleaning and picking up and etc that went into it. Friday, though, was not too bad.
Saturday, the real estate agent came over to give the place a once over and let us know what we should concentrate on to get the place ready to sell. She was there for a few hours, and right after, we went out to get paint and supplies and so on. After a good four or five hours running from one store to another, we finally decided to wait until the loan came through and get the supplies with that. I wish we’d thought of that sooner. We still managed to spend a lot of money getting other things we needed - and the third season of Hogan’s Heroes. We finally made it home about 11PM and decided to watch one of the episodes before bed. I opened the package, inserted the disk and then discovered that we already had the third season of Hogan’s Heroes, but by now, it was opened and I couldn’t take it back.
Sunday we thought maybe we could at least start with the painting. Sunday, by the way was the official start of the monsoon season. It’s no longer a dry heat. The humidity is 50 – 60% most of the time, and it’s still 106, 108 and more during the day.
Our AC compressor died last week, though it’s been gasping and struggling all season. Apparently, there are two pressures in a compressor, low end and high end. When there is a change in the low end, the high end is supposed to mimic that change in pressure, and vice versa. My compressor had Marty Feldman gauges, each one independent of each other. We couldn’t get the house under 90. Ever. Even overnight when the outside temperature was 85.
So neither of us have slept in more than a week, it’s been too hot and too muggy. Thinking of painting in a hot, humid house only shows how much I want OUT of this house.
But I digress.
Sunday morning, my stepfather collapses in church. Despite my sister’s assurances to the contrary, it wasn’t because of the message, so he end up in the emergency room and then in ICU. He’s there all day Sunday, and so are we. On Monday, he is moved to the Mayo clinic and he’s been there since. My five day weekend has been limited to sitting in a hospital, bringing my mother to and from her house and trying to stay awake because I can’t sleep at home.
I went back to work Wednesday so I could get some rest. I worked for two hours and SUDDENLY the compressor was ready to be put in. I left work ready to rip into the repairman and let him know what a miserable week it’s been and how much I’ve had to deal with and the VERY first thing he says to me is: “I fought with your home insurance for 45 minutes on the phone to get them to agree to cover the compressor. That saved you $2,000.00”
Ok, can you rip into someone and STILL be grateful? Then I find out his wife left him Friday and didn’t contact him until Monday, so he spent the weekend worrying over what happened to her.
I’m trying to hold onto my righteous anger here, but it’s a loosing battle.
The AC is working now. I slept last night like I haven’t slept in a loooooong time. I resent the alarm clock more than I can say.
My stepfather, Bob, is doing well, there is no sign of rejection (heart transplant), there’s nothing neurological wrong that they can find, he’s just …. tired and feeling week. I think it’s the anti-rejection meds, but wadda I know?
There is an ancient saying attributed to the Greeks: “You know how to make the gods laugh? Tell them your plans.”
P.S. The AC is broke again.
Tuesday was July 4th, American Independence day. It’s a holiday, paid time off and all!
So, I thought to take Monday off too, make it a four day weekend.
What the heck, take Friday too! FIVE DAYS OFF! Like a mini vacation and it’ll only cost me two days vacation time.
HA!
Friday we had a notary come to the house to watch us sign our loan paperwork. That only took a couple of hours, but of course, there was the cleaning and picking up and etc that went into it. Friday, though, was not too bad.
Saturday, the real estate agent came over to give the place a once over and let us know what we should concentrate on to get the place ready to sell. She was there for a few hours, and right after, we went out to get paint and supplies and so on. After a good four or five hours running from one store to another, we finally decided to wait until the loan came through and get the supplies with that. I wish we’d thought of that sooner. We still managed to spend a lot of money getting other things we needed - and the third season of Hogan’s Heroes. We finally made it home about 11PM and decided to watch one of the episodes before bed. I opened the package, inserted the disk and then discovered that we already had the third season of Hogan’s Heroes, but by now, it was opened and I couldn’t take it back.
Sunday we thought maybe we could at least start with the painting. Sunday, by the way was the official start of the monsoon season. It’s no longer a dry heat. The humidity is 50 – 60% most of the time, and it’s still 106, 108 and more during the day.
Our AC compressor died last week, though it’s been gasping and struggling all season. Apparently, there are two pressures in a compressor, low end and high end. When there is a change in the low end, the high end is supposed to mimic that change in pressure, and vice versa. My compressor had Marty Feldman gauges, each one independent of each other. We couldn’t get the house under 90. Ever. Even overnight when the outside temperature was 85.
So neither of us have slept in more than a week, it’s been too hot and too muggy. Thinking of painting in a hot, humid house only shows how much I want OUT of this house.
But I digress.
Sunday morning, my stepfather collapses in church. Despite my sister’s assurances to the contrary, it wasn’t because of the message, so he end up in the emergency room and then in ICU. He’s there all day Sunday, and so are we. On Monday, he is moved to the Mayo clinic and he’s been there since. My five day weekend has been limited to sitting in a hospital, bringing my mother to and from her house and trying to stay awake because I can’t sleep at home.
I went back to work Wednesday so I could get some rest. I worked for two hours and SUDDENLY the compressor was ready to be put in. I left work ready to rip into the repairman and let him know what a miserable week it’s been and how much I’ve had to deal with and the VERY first thing he says to me is: “I fought with your home insurance for 45 minutes on the phone to get them to agree to cover the compressor. That saved you $2,000.00”
Ok, can you rip into someone and STILL be grateful? Then I find out his wife left him Friday and didn’t contact him until Monday, so he spent the weekend worrying over what happened to her.
I’m trying to hold onto my righteous anger here, but it’s a loosing battle.
The AC is working now. I slept last night like I haven’t slept in a loooooong time. I resent the alarm clock more than I can say.
My stepfather, Bob, is doing well, there is no sign of rejection (heart transplant), there’s nothing neurological wrong that they can find, he’s just …. tired and feeling week. I think it’s the anti-rejection meds, but wadda I know?
There is an ancient saying attributed to the Greeks: “You know how to make the gods laugh? Tell them your plans.”
P.S. The AC is broke again.
posted by methatiam | 3:46 PM
1 Comments:
It's neat that you can write about your troubles in a light vein. Hopefully, stepdad will continue to improve. I hope that you will be sleeping again soon, but all of this talk about broken ACs unnerves me somehow. :)
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