After a two week deep freeze, we had an unusually warm day yesterday.
Millie loved it. She was outside a lot. Hanging out on the deck watching the world go by.
Today it’s about 40 degrees cooler. Millie wants to know where the warm weather went. She’s been an Ohio girl 9 years but she still doesn’t understand how fickle Ohio weather can be.
I had a small problem with a slow kitchen drain last week . . . I know I can’t fix it myself so I called the Lovely Plumbing Company that’s been so helpful with issues here at The Little House . . .
You know me . . . I always jump to THE WORSE CASE SCENARIO and was CONVINCED it was a broken drain pipe because of the ground freezing during the polar vortex that we had recently . . . even though every other drain was working just fine and the toilet wasn’t stopped up . . . I’m a hot mess . . .
Lovely Plumber arrived . . . listened to my description of the problem . . . assured me it probably WASN’T a broken drain pipe . . . and proceeded to work on the kitchen sink.
A half hour later . . . he was done, I paid the bill, and he was on his way . . .
The problem was . . . the drain pipe had frozen . . . seems that XH didn’t slant the drain pipe when he replace the pipes under the sink oh so many years ago . . . there was just enough stuff stuck in the pipe to have it back up a bit and the water froze around the stuff and caused the drain to be slow. Another part of the problem was that XH didn’t vent the pipes properly and when the stuff was frozen there was not enough air in the pipe to help the pipe drain properly. Quick fix is to put in a vent thing that will allow enough air to circulate to keep the drain flowing while keeping the smell away.
Curse, swear, filth, foul . . . many bad words were said after Lovely Plumber left that afternoon . . .
How in the world did XH live with himself knowing that he half-assed an important job like plumbing to the kitchen sink? Did he truly not know how to do the job or did he not care? As much as he complained and grumbled about doing the plumbing, wouldn’t you think he’d want to do it right so he wouldn’t ever have to do it again?
Once again, I’m worried about every home improvement and home repair job that he ever did . . . wondering when it’s going to fall to shit . . .
And I wonder why I have such problems with anxiety . . .
That grief is grief is grief. Those who tell you it gets better with time are liars.
That no matter how you think you’re prepared for Ohio winter you’re never prepared for an Ohio winter.
That worry is a total waste of time. Whatever the worst case scenario is, your worry won’t help fix it and when it’s not the worst case scenario you’ve wasted all that time for nothing.
That family drama is actually entertaining when it doesn’t involve you.
And finally – there’s a reason why they’re called ex-husbands
I got some news today that shattered my heart . . . one of “my boys” from Local Catholic School passed away suddenly today . . . he collapsed while out jogging this afternoon and there wasn’t anything that could be done to save him . . .
He was only 20 years old . . . he played football for the Local College here in town . . . he was such a wonderful kid . . . his smile lit up the room . . . he was always quick to volunteer for any task and did it with joy . . .
I am at a total loss for words . . . and a familiar ache has crept back into my chest . . .
I have a co-worker at my new job that is not a nice person. She’s always negative. She’s always right . . . and does not hesitate to tell you that fact . . . even when you KNOW she’s made a mistake or is not distributing correct information. She’s done everything. She knows everything. She knows the absolute perfect answer to solve whatever problem she thinks you have in your life.
She’s young. She’s impressionable. She’s idealistic. She’s a pain in the ass.
I’m thankful she’s not my boss . . . just a fellow co-worker in my department.
I told you that story to tell you this story . . .
Yesterday I took Hal (my car. yes, I named my car) to the dealership where little brother works for an oil change. I figured it would be a simple process since I wasn’t having any problems and Hal had just spent a month at the shop for a catalytic converter problem. Sadly, the simple oil change turned into a valve cover replacement job. Something Little Brother discovered while he was doing a double check with the service technician during the oil change process. Luckily that particular problem was covered by the extended warranty coverage I got by buying a genuine GM pre-owned vehicle. At one point during the afternoon, Little Brother determined that the work wouldn’t be done by the time I got off work and arranged for a loaner car to be delivered to me to use until Hal was ready. A 2019 Cadillac. Yes, he works for a Cadillac dealership. I am a very blessed girl.
This morning, the ladies in the office asked about if the repair work on Hal was complete and I said that it was and that Hal didn’t have to stay at the dealership overnight. Negative Nelly spoke up and said that my brother should have taken better care of me. I looked her squarely in the eye and said . . . “My brother arranged for a driver to bring me to work after I dropped off the car. He discovered the problem before I even knew there WAS a problem AND figured out a way for the GM extended warranty to pay for the repair work. He arranged for me to have the use of a 2019 Cadillac AND had it DELIVERED TO ME HERE AT WORK. How exactly do YOU think he failed me?” Still looking her squarely in the eyes . . .
She looked down at her desk and said “It’s nice to know he’s got your back.”
“Damn right. He’s ALWAYS got my back.”
My boss fist bumped me and Nelly didn’t say much to me the rest of the day . . .
It was a glorious day . . .
Millie is part lab. Probably mostly lab. She has a lab appetite. She thinks she’s always hungry. Which is why she had a weight problem when she was a young dog. Which is why I feed her a half can of green beans with each meal – to help fill her tummy and keep her from thinking she’s hungry all the time.
I have bird feeders in the back yard. Most of the time she leaves them alone but sometimes she likes to eat the bird seed that the birds have knocked out of the feeders and is on the ground. Usually in the spring when it’s been raining and the ground is soggy and the spilled seed tends to stink. That’s when I have to go out almost daily and clean up the seed before she can eat it.
It’s been kind of cold here lately. We’ve had some snow. We’ve had an ice storm. Ground is frozen. Which means the bird seed on the ground is frozen. Which makes me think “whoo hoo!! I don’t have to worry about Millie eating bird seed!”
I. Was. Wrong.
That goofy little dog has decided that clumps of frozen bird seed are a new delicacy and she MUST EAT ALL THE SEED . . . which means every time she goes out, she heads to the area where the bird seed is and starts feasting on her new treat.
Rocky told on her . . . he came to the back door and looked at me like “Mom, she’s doing it again” and waited for me to step outside to see what she’s up to.
Curse. Swear. Filth. Foul. WTF is wrong with this dog?!
So I have to keep a closer eye on her than normal . . . and I have to go out tomorrow while it’s still daylight and chip up the old bird seed to keep her from eating it.
I swear that dog is responsible for a good bit of my gray hair . . .