The Universe loves me again! We have hot water!
Last night after I’d gone to bed, Hubs started cleaning the kitchen (LOVE that man). A few minutes and some clattering later, he stuck his head in the bedroom door and announced that it seemed like the water was getting warm again. All we can figure is he must have pressed a reset button or something. I’m inclined to take this as a sign that we need to consider (and save up for) replacing the Beast in the near future. Wait, what? Did I say Beast? Oh no, no, NO! What I meant to say was our lovely and talented water heater has worked hard for so very long that we really should be planning its well-deserved retirement. Yes, that sounds so much nicer. (You never know who is listening, and I’m not about to tempt Fate!)
So the things that come in threes? I guess this time that would be my posts – three days in a row baby! Which is a record lately. And that record will probably stand for a long time. Unless Fate deals us another blow I need to rant about.
Happy weekend everyone!
Two weeks to Emerald City Comicon and counting…
So y’all are up to date on our almost break-in, right? Well, that was yesterday’s news (or maybe it was the day before, I get them all mixed up when I’m sneaking in these random visits from my IRL job).
They say stuff happens in threes and Fate has now scored for a second time while I’ve got a big ol’ goose egg. I’m trying to remain positive in the face of this, really I am. But part of me keeps listening for that third shoe to fall. I know, right? Who knew Fate had three feet!
When I arrived home yesterday Hubs greeted me with his usual jocularity: “You probably won’t want to shower here for a while.” Oh joy, now what?
“Why is that?” I dared to ask.
“The water heater’s broken.”
This is the very same water heater that leaked for heaven knows how long, soaking the carpet in the front bedroom and causing us to haul everything into the (already crazy messy) living and dining rooms! The leak was repaired and things were rosy. Operative word there: were.
Seriously, how could Fate do this to me? I’ve been trying as hard as I can to stay upbeat and positive in the face of Hubs’ on-again/off-again black hole-level depressions. I don’t bite his head off. I make soothing noises and tell him it will all be okay. I get up, go to work, come home and repeat – Every. Frickin’. Day. And I will continue to do so until I’m dead – it’s unlikely I’ll ever be able to retire. But am I whining? Noooo. Well, yeah, I’m whining here, but I don’t whine to Hubs about it. Much. Not nearly as much as I whine about it in my head.
My reward for all that positivity? No hot water. Not a drop. Nada. You get the idea. Grump. Growl. Boo. Hiss!
Fate can suck it!
Saturday we spent several hours at daughter A’s house because our niece H was visiting from Southern California; it was also an opportunity to spend some time with Mom. We came back to this:
Nice, huh? To be clear, the door was NOT open when we got home. The would-be breaker and enterer did not actually break and enter – YAY! But not for lack of trying apparently. From the evidence, whoever it was tried to pry open the door. See the small light-colored, almost triangular mark in the upper right side of the photo? That’s a pry mark according to the nice police officer who came and took the report.
And the door jamb did give way a bit, but fortunately for us the deadbolt held! It might have only taken another try to get the door open. However, we believe (I am absolutely certain) that the noise from his prying efforts alerted our dogs, who then proceeded to bark their little heads off (they bark when someone closes a car door in the next driveway). Between the door not giving way easily and the noisy dogs, the felon-in-the-making decided it wasn’t worth the risk and took off. YAY again!
The locksmith came yesterday and evaluated the situation and made some recommendations. Once Hubs picks up the supplies (nice guy that locksmith; he said he could supply the locks, etc., but if we got them ourselves at Lowe’s they wouldn’t cost as much) the locksmith will be back to install everything, including some dealio that will repair the cracked door jamb. That’s supposed to happen tomorrow morning.
In the meantime, we have something heavy and bulky sitting against the front door – it still locks and the deadbolt works fine; it’s more for peace of mind.
Here are our little rockers:
Thankfully the budding burglar had no idea that they’d probably just lick him to death!