Ah, the cost of living

January 5, 2010 at 5:22 pm 2 comments

In November, I made the last payment on our truck.  “Hooray!” I told myself.  “Now I can make double payments on the Escape and pay it off six months early.  Think of all the extra cash in our pockets when we don’t have any car payments to make!”

Hold on there, Self.  As they tend to do, as soon as we saw some financial wiggle room things started to go directly to hell in the proverbial hand basket.  About the same time we paid off the truck, I turned 34.  And then I started falling completely apart.  I needed a root canal, with a new crown.  Cha-ching.  My foot has been bothering me since October, for which I have been referred to a specialist and whom I’m scheduled to see later in the month.  Cha-ching, cha-ching.  I’m definitely needing new glasses.  Cha-…never mind, I don’t want to hear that sound anymore.

Along with my aches and pains, our house is showing its age, too.  The skylight in our bathroom has a small leak, a drip that Brad and I had both felt at different times but was so slight we had both thought we imagined it.  Until, that is, I happened to look up at the ceiling at just the right time and get hit in the eyeball with a drip.  The garage door has been protesting for a few days now, and upon inspection Brad discovered it has been randomly spewing bolts.  Guess we’re all lucky it didn’t just decide one day to give up and not open or close altogether.

And, oh yes, the hot water heater.  This afternoon I walked downstairs to do some laundry and discovered a leak on the basement floor.  Fortunately, it’s in the utility room, which is a cement floor.  I did what any self-respecting woman would do upon discovering something in the basement had malfunctioned: I called my husband.

Brad came home right away.  He found that the hot water heater was leaking around the bottom, which is pretty much rusted through.  We had suspected this day would come soon; in fact, we both knew the heater was aging and we have been speculating about its demise for a while.

They say these things come in threes.  I’ve had three physical things, and the house has had three physical things.  We’ve met our quota.  Here’s hoping that things go right for a while!


Entry filed under: Life in general.

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Anne Burris  |  January 5, 2010 at 9:54 pm

    Didn’t something else just blow up in your basement less than 6 months ago? I’m thinking that was you.

  • 2. amymanatee  |  January 5, 2010 at 9:57 pm

    Sump pump, about a year ago. Flooded the basement. Had to get new carpet.

    Evidently, we live in the money pit.


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