...I was going to write this post a couple of days ago...it was going to be a rant, but I waited a day, then it was going to be a vent.....and now that I have settled down, it is close to a whine...
I hate it when things happen, such as a water pipe springing a leak, a little hole that allows water to spray out in a fine mist, causing water to drip from the wood ceiling, and then you notice it, when you hear the drips.
Then, in order to fix the pipe, the dear plumber, God bless him, came the day I called, (I think). If not, it was the next day. He asked if I could pull the fuse on an outlet that was very close to the spraying water. WELL, one would think that this would be an easy thing to accomplish. Not true in this house. The fuse box is in a little cold room, which has always been used, except for the first couple of years when my canning? was placed on the shelves. It is now full of stuff that I don't even know about. It was the
stuff, that I had to climb over to get to the fuse box, and then I had to decipher the writing showing which fuse was which. The headache that had started early in the morning was beginning to sink its claws in deeper. After a couple of tries, I pulled the right fuse, and the plumber carried on, and fixed the pipe.
Now I know that there are lots of horrible things going on in the world, and that I am fortunate to have a home, and I should be counting me blessings, and I do, but.....
........sometimes I just have to
rant, vent, whine ........
During the past several weeks or so, because of the cold, cold, freezing, weather, the back door, which is the one we always use, decided (not that a door can decided anything) that it would make my life difficult, by refusing to latch unless you slammed it with all your might. This of course became a bit of a game for the Captain, who found great mirth in the fact that I had such trouble shutting it.
Anyway...... Tuesday evening, as the Captain was off to Darts, he found he couldn't get out of the door....and I couldn't turn the knob at all. It seemed to be frozen. Being the good wife (not), I put my rubber boots on, after I emptied them of black oil sunflower seeds, that a wee mousey had put in there. I hadn't used them for quite a while.... This caused a round of laughter by the Captain. I was not laughing... I exited the front door, making sure that I closed it (this is important). Oh yes, the Captain went out using this door, before I closed it. The back door refused to open, so while he was warming up the car, I went to go back in the front door. Now, it is an aluminium door, and the push button, .... wait for it.....had......you guessed it.......frozen. Right! Now I was locked out of the house. Wonderful....... At this time, I was not counting my blessings, or the stars, but the number of steps I thought there were in the pitch black back stairwell to the basement, which I managed to navigate and got into the basement.
Being the real home expert on things that go wrong, I got my handy, dandy hair dryer, which I haven't used to dry hair for years. Mostly I use it for quick drying my varnished crafts or paintings, or defrosting the freezer, and now I can add, thawing out the back door nob. I managed to do just that, but had to stay up until the Captain got home, to make sure the door would open, and not need a little heat.... It was okay, and I took my aching body to bed.
We bought a new door knob and the carpenter who had come while we were out, replaced the old knob and said that it was totally worn out and broken. He fixed the door frame so the latch would catch.
Did I tell you about the flying window, and the reason the carpenter was here? I can't remember, but it would be too much to tell you today. I am tired just reliving the events thus written.
I am so happy that I am a source of humour in the life of the Captain.........it's better (I think) that any alternative.......
Blessings on plumbers and carpenters everywhere!!!!