Due to our furnace's sudden demise, DD and I got to spend the weekend at my mother's house. We had a surprisingly good time, yakking about everything and anything. Because I am "mechanically inclined," Mom asked me to fix her CD-Walkman. It didn't require a hell of a lot of skill -- she had neglected to put batteries in the stupid thing. On Sunday night, DH called, saying that the furnace was now running and that the house was heating up -- we could come home Monday morning. Hurrah!
Well, not so fast. For a house that now had a working heating system, it was darned cold. I called the service dude and he said that he was afraid that might happen, and he'd be here today (Tuesday). I warned him that we have no more money to give him for this repair right now (he cleaned us out over the weekend, and DH doesn't get paid until Friday.). Grumbling slightly, he agreed to come over anyway.
Tuesday, of course, doesn't mean bright and early in the morning. It means 3 p.m. - ish, and another whole day of living in a house that was a refreshing
40 degrees F. (What's that? About 2 degrees, C?) Anyway, darned cold. I spent much of the day under the covers in bed.Finally, at about 7 p.m., the radiators started making their noises, and heat started to come up. The repairman says it will take 10-12 hours before the house gets to a comfortable temperature, but it's a whole lot better now than it has been since Friday.
We did lose one thing to the cold -- my washing machine. I have a fancy-schmancy front loader that I adore. The intake tubing inside the machine (not visible from the outside) let go and all the guts of the machine are soaked. I have a call in to the washing machine repair dude, with an appointment for Saturday. (See above: DH gets paid on Friday) In the meantime, I have craploads of laundry all over my house, much of it stained beyond repair because DH gave the good towels to the furnace repairman when he asked for some towels to use.
On Monday, we were eating boneless breast of chicken and DH yelped. His tooth had split in half, and he was now in intense pain. The dentist was able to see him first thing this morning, and has temporarily repaired the tooth. Of course, the dentist recommends that the tooth get a root canal, a post and a crown. (Big $$$$) We have dental insurance, but it will only pay about 20% of the cost. So DH says he wants the tooth pulled! Say what!?!? I have a strong aversion to pulling any teeth that can be saved, and tell DH that his option is NOT acceptable. So, he'll be getting a crown next week.
Of course, he's scheduled to be at a trade show all week, so I get to be a single parent, and he gets to work 20 hours a day. We're both wicked cheery, take my word for it.
Right now, I'm fed up to my eyeballs with working on my kokschnik - the RAW veil is taking so damn long. I think I'm going to play with some pearls and see if I can make a real pearl netting that might be suitable. But not tonight.
Oh yes, I've had a migraine since Friday, and my primary care doctor wouldn't prescribe Imitrex over the phone. Normally, that would be fine, but I don't drive anymore. So I get to have a throbbing headache that gets more and less intense depending on outside stimulus. I'll be seeing my Pulmonologist on Thursday, and will get a prescription at that time.
DD is upset that her science teacher "hates her," so I have to call the school in the morning and get to the bottom of that. (I expect that it's related to her refusing to read aloud in class until her new eyeglasses arrive) P/T D is upset that the boy who had been holding her books every day is now reusing to speak with her, and seems to have found another girlfriend. Both these things sound minor, but if you're fourteen or fifteen, this is as horrible as it gets.
The sink is full of dishes, which couldn't be washed without hot water, there are blankets all over the living room (since it was so darned cold, we slept in there). I'm not feeling well enough to clean tonight, so it's going to have to stay messy for at least another couple of days.
I think I'll look at my new Beadwork Magazine and go to bed. Hopefully, there won't be so much snow that school is cancelled tomorrow. I really, really, don't want to deal with a bored child in my dirty house while I have such a headache.
Kathy N-V