The house repairs, snafus, flakey help, etc. continue. But there is a silver lining in here.
Remember I ended my last post with talk about miracles?
I think I got my miracle and I am grateful.
Two friends recommended someone else to deal with my air conditioner problem. After two phone calls to one person which gave me endless phone ringing and no voice mail, I went on to number two recommendation. He answered and was available the next day. And (drum roll here), I turned on the A/C; he checked out the old air conditioner, looked inside the front of it, fiddled with the thermostat there and some buttons outside and voila – we got air (and not just the fan). I ran around closing windows and doors and we left it on for awhile while he went to the next problem. The house got cooler. The former handyman last fall had pronounced the compressor dead in this A/C and said it was cheaper to get a new one. I’m glad I had the A/C covered outside for over winter. Toes crossed that this A/C continues to work the rest of spring, summer and early fall – when I use it. I’m frugal and picky here.
The next problem is turning into another nightmare – the leaky tap in the main floor bathroom. The leak was from the bottom of the tap onto the sink back, not the spout. When he took the tap apart he found a couple of things not working so we went up to Home Depot to get new parts and a few other necessary items such as stain paint for the picnic table and the veranda railing. One part from Home Depot, despite being the same size, wouldn’t work for my taps. The handyman had a couple of used taps in his van and just needed a replacement part for the one, which he got. He installed it and it works.
But that’s not the end of the story. This tap leaks from below (not the drain) when turned on. He is coming back later today when he can get his van started. Thanks to the rain (not his fault; he doesn’t cause the weather conditions),he’s having van problems. I suspect the tap leak might be some caulking needed where it joins. When the four-year old tap (the one removed) was put in, the plumber had to come back to caulk.
Rain is forecast for all but Friday in the Toronto area – not good painting-outside weather.
And the fellow who is doing my heavy yard work? He was here last Wednesday and dug up part of my backyard garden – lots of deep weeds and grass that had grown back in. Instead of listening to my instructions to put just a bit in each bin because I have to carry them to the curb on yard waste collection day, he overfilled to above the top of two bins – there were three empty bins he had to work with but he left two stuck together and when he’d filled them, he couldn’t separate them. It started to rain (not his fault) but he said he would come by in a day or two to finish the digging and put the weeds dug up into bags. Meantime he covered the two overflowing bins with a tarp (so they wouldn’t get all soggy and heavy from the rain) and I put a couple of cement slabs on top to hold the tarp in place.
It is now six days later and he hasn’t showed up. Last evening I sorted out his mess, lifting the heavy slogs up and shaking what soil I could from them into the garden and putting some into three bags (not full so I can carry them to the curb tomorrow evening). I moved the bags and some of the bins into the driveway by the side of the house front and covered them with tarp and the cement slabs.
Now, I’m wondering if when you get a miracle, you get other stuff taken away or screwed up? Sort of like to keep life in balance?
And speaking of life balance, I’ve taken another look at priorities and realize that not all my priorities are my choice. Having to deal with everything on my own is a big fault factor here. I’ve had to bow out of something that I wanted to do (that was in my priority choice) because of all the other stuff I’ve had to deal with and still am (in my blog post last week).
But there is something else that gives me satisfaction. I’m firing the former handyman I had for many years and also the fellow who was doing heavy yard work. When the latter finally shows his sorry ass up at my front door I will tell him off – “Never darken my doorstep again,” is my message to him.
My mother was so lucky to have my dad as long as she did – even though he was sick with cancer, and ulcer and a heart condition for part of the time. He was loyal and he was a damn good house painter. Then there was his friend Ken, the opera singing plumber (and despite hitting the high notes, he was reliable).
Sharon A. Crawford
Only Child Writes