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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 3, 2011 11:34:18 GMT -5
His immediate answer was "no official way" but he has caught my cold and put bells on it, so was not on the computer at all last night. My hired help isn't coming today, and so I have to try to clean up by myself and also no help on the chicken cooperage. And I need to go get dressed in ten minutes in case the washing machine repair person shows up as early as possible. I am sumewhat grumpy, as a result. Julia, amnd I can't even blame July anymore I figured as much, but it never hurts to ask.I am also waiting for a call from the washer repairman, to tell me when he's coming. Also the satellite provider guide is wonky again. Oh joy, more worries. The sad universiality of washing machine repairmen. I feel like seven kinds of terrible this morning, and having gotten up early to no purpose is not helping any. Julia, could I have caught the flu from Bailey's Aunt Sally all the way from Idaho?
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 3, 2011 13:49:18 GMT -5
I figured as much, but it never hurts to ask.I am also waiting for a call from the washer repairman, to tell me when he's coming. Also the satellite provider guide is wonky again. Oh joy, more worries. The sad universiality of washing machine repairmen. I feel like seven kinds of terrible this morning, and having gotten up early to no purpose is not helping any. Julia, could I have caught the flu from Bailey's Aunt Sally all the way from Idaho? Speaking as someone who is deeply involved with a former washing machine repair man, um, yeah. They get scheduled that way but go from job to job never knowing how long each repair is going to take or how far apart they're going to be. Hence the not knowing when they'll be there.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 3, 2011 14:05:16 GMT -5
The sad universiality of washing machine repairmen. I feel like seven kinds of terrible this morning, and having gotten up early to no purpose is not helping any. Julia, could I have caught the flu from Bailey's Aunt Sally all the way from Idaho? Speaking as someone who is deeply involved with a former washing machine repair man, um, yeah. They get scheduled that way but go from job to job never knowing how long each repair is going to take or how far apart they're going to be. Hence the not knowing when they'll be there. I waited, as instructed, until 10:25, then, as instructed, called to find out what was up. The nitwit I talked to said she'd call "Technician". Not "the technician", but "Technician". Is that like "Doctor"? Then she told me he'd be there in the "last hour". "So, between 11 and noon?" I said. "Yes." So I started eating lunch, and in the middle, somebody else called to say he'd be here in twenty or twenty-five minutes. It's been thirty. Nobody's called, and we're now just past the 9-12 window I was given, I've spent all morning (except for that early morning dash out to Target while Kitty watched the phone) waiting for a call, and I am getting righteously pissed off. I understand, things run late, but not calling to tell me that things are running late is rude, to say the least, and makes me feel like a useless old bag whose time has no value. And he just arrived. $108, 99% chance he can fix it. So much for the budget. I hope yours is cheaper and easier, Julia. Edit: And when he got the top panel open, it turned out that the plastic brackets that hold the broken pressure switch are also broken and a corner of the panel is cracked. So now it's $268 and it'll take until at least Saturday to get the parts. At least the thing still works, even if I'm wasting water because I can't adjust for small loads.
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Post by SpringSummers on Aug 3, 2011 15:18:06 GMT -5
I think this sounds pretty sensible. Before you make a big move like selling your place and moving, it's smart to "see how it goes." Two questions, though: - how long is "until his kid's house is ready" likely to be? - do you have a "Plan B" should things start to go downhill? Answer 1: House isn't even started yet. If they sign the papers in the next two or three weeks I'm guessing it will be at least October and maybe even November before the house is ready. Know how the construction industry is--could even be April or May! So, could be anywhere from 3 months to a year. Well, makes for a good test! But it does mean that you should have a Plan B. A year is a long time to suffer (if it came to that) because "homeless" is the only other alternative. Yes, sounds like he is both reasonable and reasonably financially secure, so you have a simple plan B you can turn to. He needs to be OK with the fact that you'll be asking him to get his own place if it isn't working for you, for whatever reason. This is a great point. He needs to have a Plan B as well - that is, if he is unhappy for any reason, he needs to know that you are OK with him saying, "You know, I think I need to get my own place." And you will be OK. I mean, it truly sounds like you two will do fine, but there is no guarantee you won't end up with a broken heart over this. So "what if" you are disappointed and hurt? Well, you know the drill on that score. You will deal, because you know how to deal. Getting over the fact that he wants to go, when you want him to stay? I am thinking you can do that, perhaps with your eyes closed and chewing gum at the same time, if you have to. Hmmm. To me, the meltdowns, and feeling the pain and emptiness, etc., are a way of handling it all. In fact, IMO, letting yourself have those meltdowns is the best way of handling it all. You haven't just survived, after all. You've started, however slowly and hesitantly, to live again. Though you can scarcely believe it, or understand how it can be true, you've accepted the truth of it, nonetheless: Life goes on. You are "handling" it. I am glad I can be of some help. It helps having you here, too. Another thought for me, when I contemplate this sort of thing is: What have I got to lose, really? Nothing. There is something freeing in knowing you've already experienced the worst moment of your life, or close to it. Nothing is ever, ever, ever, going to be worse for me, than the moment I lost Vince, so . . . bring it on, you know? This is hard to put into words and still make sense, but I'll try: I still have fears - terrors, even, as you describe - but I'm not scared of them anymore.
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Post by SpringSummers on Aug 3, 2011 15:30:17 GMT -5
Speaking as someone who is deeply involved with a former washing machine repair man, um, yeah. They get scheduled that way but go from job to job never knowing how long each repair is going to take or how far apart they're going to be. Hence the not knowing when they'll be there. I waited, as instructed, until 10:25, then, as instructed, called to find out what was up. The nitwit I talked to said she'd call "Technician". Not "the technician", but "Technician". Is that like "Doctor"? Then she told me he'd be there in the "last hour". "So, between 11 and noon?" I said. "Yes." So I started eating lunch, and in the middle, somebody else called to say he'd be here in twenty or twenty-five minutes. It's been thirty. Nobody's called, and we're now just past the 9-12 window I was given, I've spent all morning (except for that early morning dash out to Target while Kitty watched the phone) waiting for a call, and I am getting righteously pissed off. I understand, things run late, but not calling to tell me that things are running late is rude, to say the least, and makes me feel like a useless old bag whose time has no value. And he just arrived. $108, 99% chance he can fix it. So much for the budget. I hope yours is cheaper and easier, Julia. Edit: And when he got the top panel open, it turned out that the plastic brackets that hold the broken pressure switch are also broken and a corner of the panel is cracked. So now it's $268 and it'll take until at least Saturday to get the parts. At least the thing still works, even if I'm wasting water because I can't adjust for small loads. She calls him "Technician?" As in "I will call Technician and let him know?" Strangeness. Sorry about the bill. I just got my lawn-mower back after a bent blade had to be replaced. Tot cost was $60. A bargain, considering I'm probably going to get fined by the city if my grass gets much longer. I'm sure my neighbors aren't too thrilled, but is it my fault they all use lawn services so I couldn't even borrow a mower from them? And I'm not going to be able to get to the lawn until Fri evening at the earliest. that I don't get a fine.
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Post by SpringSummers on Aug 3, 2011 15:32:37 GMT -5
Where Sue? Where Erin? Where Monnie?
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 3, 2011 16:03:19 GMT -5
Answer 1: House isn't even started yet. If they sign the papers in the next two or three weeks I'm guessing it will be at least October and maybe even November before the house is ready. Know how the construction industry is--could even be April or May! So, could be anywhere from 3 months to a year. Well, makes for a good test! But it does mean that you should have a Plan B. A year is a long time to suffer (if it came to that) because "homeless" is the only other alternative. Yes, sounds like he is both reasonable and reasonably financially secure, so you have a simple plan B you can turn to. He needs to be OK with the fact that you'll be asking him to get his own place if it isn't working for you, for whatever reason. This is a great point. He needs to have a Plan B as well - that is, if he is unhappy for any reason, he needs to know that you are OK with him saying, "You know, I think I need to get my own place." And you will be OK. I mean, it truly sounds like you two will do fine, but there is no guarantee you won't end up with a broken heart over this. So "what if" you are disappointed and hurt? Well, you know the drill on that score. You will deal, because you know how to deal. Getting over the fact that he wants to go, when you want him to stay? I am thinking you can do that, perhaps with your eyes closed and chewing gum at the same time, if you have to. Hmmm. To me, the meltdowns, and feeling the pain and emptiness, etc., are a way of handling it all. In fact, IMO, letting yourself have those meltdowns is the best way of handling it all. You haven't just survived, after all. You've started, however slowly and hesitantly, to live again. Though you can scarcely believe it, or understand how it can be true, you've accepted the truth of it, nonetheless: Life goes on. You are "handling" it. I am glad I can be of some help. It helps having you here, too. Another thought for me, when I contemplate this sort of thing is: What have I got to lose, really? Nothing. There is something freeing in knowing you've already experienced the worst moment of your life, or close to it. Nothing is ever, ever, ever, going to be worse for me, than the moment I lost Vince, so . . . bring it on, you know? This is hard to put into words and still make sense, but I'll try: I still have fears - terrors, even, as you describe - but I'm not scared of them anymore. I'm so glad I'm able to help in even the smallest of ways. I worried for you when you decided to take this on, but you've been a champ and an inspiration. What's left to fear, really? Also, had lunch with the Bobman. Told him I was getting excited about his coming even though I'm terrified and wonder of (completely expected) wonders--he's scared too. Happy. Excited. And, of course, terrified.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 3, 2011 16:04:42 GMT -5
Where Sue? Where Erin? Where Monnie? Good questions. They haven't been here in a while. Wonder if maybe it's RL stuff?
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 3, 2011 19:47:58 GMT -5
Speaking as someone who is deeply involved with a former washing machine repair man, um, yeah. They get scheduled that way but go from job to job never knowing how long each repair is going to take or how far apart they're going to be. Hence the not knowing when they'll be there. I waited, as instructed, until 10:25, then, as instructed, called to find out what was up. The nitwit I talked to said she'd call "Technician". Not "the technician", but "Technician". Is that like "Doctor"? Then she told me he'd be there in the "last hour". "So, between 11 and noon?" I said. "Yes." So I started eating lunch, and in the middle, somebody else called to say he'd be here in twenty or twenty-five minutes. It's been thirty. Nobody's called, and we're now just past the 9-12 window I was given, I've spent all morning (except for that early morning dash out to Target while Kitty watched the phone) waiting for a call, and I am getting righteously pissed off. I understand, things run late, but not calling to tell me that things are running late is rude, to say the least, and makes me feel like a useless old bag whose time has no value. And he just arrived. $108, 99% chance he can fix it. So much for the budget. I hope yours is cheaper and easier, Julia. Edit: And when he got the top panel open, it turned out that the plastic brackets that hold the broken pressure switch are also broken and a corner of the panel is cracked. So now it's $268 and it'll take until at least Saturday to get the parts. At least the thing still works, even if I'm wasting water because I can't adjust for small loads. Not cheaper- almost exactly the same- but I know how to keep it from happening again: put a sacrificial inline filter where I can reach it and clean it regularly. Julia,amazing how much faster the ;laundry went today
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 3, 2011 19:52:34 GMT -5
The sad universiality of washing machine repairmen. I feel like seven kinds of terrible this morning, and having gotten up early to no purpose is not helping any. Julia, could I have caught the flu from Bailey's Aunt Sally all the way from Idaho? Speaking as someone who is deeply involved with a former washing machine repair man, um, yeah. They get scheduled that way but go from job to job never knowing how long each repair is going to take or how far apart they're going to be. Hence the not knowing when they'll be there. It's less wearing when it's the Sears Guy who's here rarely: when it was the PT people who were here whenever they got here three days a week, and never the same three days it wore me right down.. And I chose the 8am slot so I could do some laundry after he left; it wasn't his fault I got a good story to read last night nor that my husband turned into Tigger at 10:30 and kept having to tell me things when I was trying to wind down and fall asleep. Julia, but oh lordy I feel sleepy, and I'm nowhere near done with the day.
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Post by Karen on Aug 3, 2011 22:31:10 GMT -5
Where Sue? Where Erin? Where Monnie? Sue's on vacation - Chicago. Thankfully, it's cooled off a bit. Erin - not sure. It was her mom's birthday recently. Maybe they are recovering from all that partying. Monnie has been on Twitter. Dreaming of moving out west. Time for some chocolate covered strawberries. Ciao, babies.
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Post by Karen on Aug 3, 2011 22:39:53 GMT -5
Can't see these at work, but so glad you enjoyed yourself! Thanks, Diane. I felt 17, if you know what I mean.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Aug 4, 2011 1:35:34 GMT -5
#wavey#
I do not have much to say cause I'm not doing much. Except writing my novel. which, after 24000 words, I have decided is a bit boring. or at least not something I'd watch on TV for long. There are spaceships, but nothing has gone boom and there were no swordfights and people just kind of wander around and talk to each other. Someone's going to have to scream and die soon or I'm going to change the channel on my own book.
In the real world? Cleaner, food delivery, cleaner, food delivery, dentist cancelled, cleaner, went and bought food. It don't take much writing on.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 4, 2011 6:51:53 GMT -5
Can't see these at work, but so glad you enjoyed yourself! Thanks, Diane. I felt 17, if you know what I mean. I absolutely do! *giggles at lyrical reference*Many years ago I scored four tickets to a mixed ensemble of groups which was sponsored by the local oldies radio station. I couldn't get the sourpuss (later ex)husband to accompany me so I asked my son Colin, his best friend Andy and Andy's mother (my BFF) Ellie to come. I warned the boys that I did NOT intend to behave myself and that they'd better be prepared. They ha-ha'ed at the idea. Well, the line up included such sixities/seventies favorites as The Turtles, The Byrds, Gerry and the Pacemakers and Tommy James and the Shondells. Ellie I had lots of fun screaming, which the boys put up with fairly gracefully--until Tommy James came on. I think Colin could have tolerated my standing on the seat. But when Ellie and I jumped into the aisle and started dancing--that proved to be too much! He still likes to poke fun at his entirely UNapologetic mom.
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Post by Karen on Aug 4, 2011 9:24:32 GMT -5
Thanks, Diane. I felt 17, if you know what I mean. I absolutely do! *giggles at lyrical reference*Many years ago I scored four tickets to a mixed ensemble of groups which was sponsored by the local oldies radio station. I couldn't get the sourpuss (later ex)husband to accompany me so I asked my son Colin, his best friend Andy and Andy's mother (my BFF) Ellie to come. I warned the boys that I did NOT intend to behave myself and that they'd better be prepared. They ha-ha'ed at the idea. Well, the line up included such sixities/seventies favorites as The Turtles, The Byrds, Gerry and the Pacemakers and Tommy James and the Shondells. Ellie I had lots of fun screaming, which the boys put up with fairly gracefully--until Tommy James came on. I think Colin could have tolerated my standing on the seat. But when Ellie and I jumped into the aisle and started dancing--that proved to be too much! He still likes to poke fun at his entirely UNapologetic mom. What an awesome lineup!! And good on you for letting your dance freak fly. We took the two youngest to see AC/DC about 10 years ago - and although I didn't flash the stage, I did stay on my feet for the whole concert, dancing and singing along. The stage was a little right of us and I made the kids sit to the left so that they were kinda behind me and I didn't have to see them roll their eyes all night. Actually, they were good about it. It was a great show. Angus was in great form. One of the best shows I've ever seen and would go again in a heartbeat if they came back around on tour. The Buckinghams used to come to our Riverfest every year because someone in town knew one of the band members. Now they just sign up local bands. Not as exciting as seeing Gary Sinise and his band with a small crowd of a couple thousand and within 20 feet of the stage. Riverfest is this week. I'll probably go tonight since one of my old classmate's boy's band is playing and I hear they are really good.
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