May these threads see a whole lot less use in 2018 :o
(Hey, a person can dream, right?)
My rant? I have not been able to add anything into the savings account for over 2 months because shit won’t stop breaking! Cars, cats, dogs, appliances, and computers. So very over it all …
It is so cold this morning, I had to go outside with our dogs.
This is TEXAS, FFS. Why is it 22F with snow on the ground? This is just wrong.
I’ve been awake for 24 hours. First time since… 2006, I think. Fuck this shit. And God willing, never again.
This subzero windchill can go straight to hell. Our relatively new dog is from Alabama. The first time she experienced snow she ran around like a lunatic then decided “Whoops, going in, it’s FREEZING!” Now she’ll only go out to potty and she’ll wait until it becomes an emergency.
Ordinarily our husky would hang out on the back porch in weather like this. You know it’s colder than freezing when he wants to go inside.
Meanwhile my poor boiler is getting cranky enough not to heat as well as it does. I really don’t want to use the space heater. We don’t need that kind of electric bill, so we’ll just bundle up.
My only rant is the bitter cold, too. My young dog doesn’t want to go on walks because of it, even though he’s going stir crazy in the house. My elderly dog still wants her walkies, even though it’s too cold for her little bones.
And I don’t want to be out in it, either. Nasty, nasty cold!
Yikes I am old. I forgot yesterday was NYE. I can not recall if I was up at midnight or not. I was watching Netflix when I nodded off. I need a clock that rings the hour. I have silent clocks; I just do not think to look at them.
Addl Rant. The cold. The hinges of the wipers are frozen. That has never happened before. Certainly the wipers have frozen to the windshield; but never the hinges.
Addl rant. I miss my dog so much. I am dreaming of dogs that need to be rescued from dumpsters* and medians*. I can not be unfaithful to Scruffy. I waited over a year to get a dog after Duncan (my very first dog) passed.
*a soft sweet brown French Bull dog puppy wearing a big pink bow and a pink tutu was in the dumpster in my dream. I openned the lid and there she was looking up at me.
*a big white and gray sheep dog leaping about in the median in the middle of a highway as I drove past in my dream
I wish it was that warm.
It’s 10:45 am. It has finally warmed up… to 0F
16 degrees last night and some dumb fuck forgot to turn on the light in the well shed last night. Fortunately no one has to work today so I was able to let it warm up to 23 before I went out with the heat gun and thawed the pipes.
Frozen me in Frozen Arkansas, no snow:(…****!
Dog#1 and Dog#2 wanted out, they lasted 2 minutes, one quick pee and back in!
No frozen pipes or anything.
Mr.Wrekkers truck door handle was frozen.
He got it open pretty fast.
Personally I ain’t leaving the house for NOTHING!!
Happy 2018, y’all.
No snow here either, but its sure cold enough!
We have heat, which is a very good thing. My blanket fort was fun until about 2am when I had to get up to use the restroom, while forgetting about the blankets. I didn’t hurt anyone when I got tangled up in hanging blankets and pulled the whole thing down, but my BB is still laughing at me.
Our younger dog (the AL one I mentioned upthread) tends to forget how cold it is. We managed a not-too-short-not-too-long wander 'round the neighborhood yesterday. She wanted to drag my husband home halfway through it, but after meeting two other dogs and watching our husky (the older one) soldier on, she thought the better of it. Needless to say she immediately ran upstairs and curled up on the electric blanket when we arrived home!
The husky is 11 going on 12. He’s got some kind of degenerative thing going on with his hind legs so he has trouble sitting/standing without going ~splat~. This morning after I posted here he went out back, lost his footing, and went ~splat~ on the deck. When I peeked out he was lying out there just enjoying the cold. He had no intention of coming back in until I waved a treat at him.
I was going to go grocery shopping but the thought of even getting into the car makes me shiver. Then I remembered Prime Fresh 
I’m on vacation, and it’s 8 right now. I’m very glad I gave up some packing space to fit my warmest coat. At least the wind isn’t blowing so hard today, and I did finally manage to defrost the wiper blades.
Never mind unfaithfulness. Go to the shelter and save a life and get someone to spend time with while awake!
A few years back I replaced the truly ancient boiler in my home, to save a few bucks I removed the old one myself. When taking it apart I discovered a tremendous amount of a more or less silt like substance that was limiting water flow through the heat exchanger. I still replaced the old boiler (it was from the 1920s) but I sorta kicked myself that I hadn’t noticed there were four little ports that I could have opened, shoved a broom handle through to clean out that buildup and increase the units efficiency. I’d search for the service manual for your boiler online and see if it has something similar.
It’s cold as fuck here in S. Texas, too-- 28 this morning. But I came to rant about something else.
My family is very small. I don’t have siblings or children. I have three people who could rightly be called “relatives,” my late husband’s son (and his wife of 2-ish years) and my late husband’s first cousin (a woman slightly older than I am). I’ll call the stepson Leon and the cousin Mary Lou.
Over the years, Mary Lou has had various health and other issues. When my husband was alive, we always helped her out, sometimes with money. My husband was also an only child (as is Mary Lou) and we’re all conscious of the fact that there aren’t many of us.
Today I went over to Leon’s to hang out and watch “Born Yesterday” (see my current thread on that topic). Mary Lou was there and I hadn’t seen her for slightly over a year. I had tried to contact her a couple of months ago for a birthday lunch but she never answered her phone or voicemails. Leon told me at Thanksgiving that she had been in the hospital for some emotional problems (not the first time for that).
When I walked in, I greeted her and she wouldn’t look at me. She sat slumped on the sofa like a belligerent 4-year old with an almost comically grumpy look on her face. I casually took Leon in the other room and asked WTF. Apparently Mary Lou is convinced that I insulted or dissed her at some point and she’s really, really mad at me. I went back in and sat down next to her and greeted her again. She wouldn’t look at me. I asked her, “Are you not speaking to me?” She didn’t answer. I said, “Well, I guess each of us can pretend the other one isn’t here,” and got up. I got snacks, etc., and we all watched the movie. Mary Lou is a hardcore trumpnik so I refrained from shrieking out loud every time Paul Douglas/Harry Brock did something trumpish.
When I got up to leave, I said goodbye to everyone, and glanced at her, but she wouldn’t look at me.
FUCK HER.
Background: In recent years, Mary Lou has asked me to take her to doc’s appts and such, and up until about a year ago, she was having weekly injections in her knee (or something) and I took her, even though she lives at least 30 miles from me and Leon lives less than a mile (and his new wife is a nurse). Anyhoo, I did a lot of stuff for Mary Lou. About a year ago, after four or five trips to the knee place, I had to have minor surgery and I told Mary Lou I couldn’t take her as my surgery was the same day as her knee injection. I suggested she ask Leon’s wife, because they live so close, and I heard later that’s what she did. I have no idea what I did to piss her off, and if she won’t tell me or acknowledge my existence, I can’t apologize or make amends. I don’t need her in my life, but it hurts anyway.
I’m sitting at my computer (this would be a week ago - the 24th) and I start hearing a sort of crackling sound. I’m thinking - oh great, a fire’s starting somewhere? Then I look down the hall and in the bathroom there’s water raining, fucking showering, down from the ceiling fan, splashing all over the toilet and floor, as well as water dripping down the walls just outside the can, also coming from the ceiling.
As I quickly deduce there’s some kind of flood in progress coming from the apartment above, I place a duvet as best I can over the offending area and sprint three stairs at a time up to her apartment. I’m knocking away frantically and can hear the 90-year-old lady in her almost indiscernible fucking Scottish brogue going “am coo-ming, am coo-ming”.
A fortnight later she finally gets to the fucking door, but barely opens it a crack, and when I tell her there’s a flood in her place that’s flooding down into mine, she responds that everything’s fine, prompting me to gently push the door open carefully, so as not to bowl her over, but to make sure to enter the fuck in there, and pronto, and find the source, which was behind a closed door, turning out to be the bathroom.
A bath had been drawn, but not turned off.
“Oooo ah guess meh daughta leeeft it goo-in.” And sure enough her daughter arrived on the scene, saying she “only briefly” stepped out, but completely forgot to turn off the bath. The fucking idiot said she was in real estate and knew how to handle all these types of things, and in the ensuing couple of hours, (occasionally conversing with her and Les, my downstairs neighbour, whose apartment also got flooded, as did the main entrance foyer below him), Les and I came to conclusion what a lying, petty, paranoid, despicable useless POS this real estate harridan was. Several times we caught her up in lies, as well as story changes within a space of ten minutes.
So for the last week I’ve had two of those heavy duty blue, snail-shaped carpet blowers blasting away in my apartment, like, 24-fucking-7 (as well this boxy, only-slightly-less-louder dehumidifier). This means I’ve had the sounds of fans! fans! fans! blasting their way constantly into and through my skull for the past week. There’s been the odd night where I’m like, ok, fuck this, and turn them off so I can sleep.
And now it looks like real estate lady might actually be moving in with her.:mad:
The Last Jedi thread in CS is depressing. I’ve never seen so many people hell-bent on not only refusing to enjoy something, but insisting on trying to ruin it for as many people as possible.
This is so tue…train wreck…but I can’t look away.
Heh, interesting. Ours was serviced/cleaned back in the spring, so I’m presuming it was cleared of all the silt-like stuff…?
I’d have to go down there and see if it has those kind of ports. It’s a new-ish model. I’ve had to restart it with step-by-step directions on the phone from the oil company before, but damn if I can remember the steps, never mind in what order.
We have hot water on demand that’s still working, so there’s that. Plus all the heat is now drifting upstairs. No wonder why our AL dog spends all day hanging out up there, LOL.