I have a oven from Sears that still has things to repair. According to the serviceman, he is waiting for parts and now the warranty has run out. There is literally no way to contact in the repair/warranty company so I think we are screwed.
Wife spent $160 on a mini chainsaw which was already $100 more than other companies and interestingly enough, ALL 300+ customers have given the company 5 star reviews (note: there is no way to leave a review on the site). Worked great for 30 minutes but the battery will not recharge. Apparently a common problem with these mini chainsaws. But there is only a 3 month warranty starting on the delivery date so considering she bought it a couple months before gifting it to me, we’re hosed.
This is the NHS, so I have no clue how this is all going to shake out. We gave them our insurance deets, but my husband’s primary insurance is Medicare and they don’t pay for care in other countries. We have travel insurance, so we’ll have to work with them. I just don’t know exactly how yet.
We have battery operated chainsaws, hedge clippers, weed wackers, and lawnmowers. When one of our chargers stopped working (a DeWalt 16 inch bar chainsaw) I allowed the battery to discharge fully, then it charged. I had read somewhere about doing this and it worked!
BTW, Worx makes a nice mini chainsaw that comes with a telescoping pole. I’ve taken down decent sized branches without having to work on a ladder (something I hate doing).
You know those flimsy zip lock bags they put your cold cuts/cheese in at the market? Why do they have to put sticker with the weight and price over the closure/opening? You can’t peel the sticker off without tearing the bag and you can’t “un-zip” with the little slider with the sticker in place.
Oh not at all. She knows what the problem is and offered to buy a new battery but at that point we should just put that money to a real chainsaw but I can use my reciprocating saw if need be. But totally not her fault she got scammed.
I suspect they’re preventing anyone from unzipping the bag in the store and adding something to it while trying to get it for the original weight/cost; if the bag can’t be opened without destroying the sticker, that won’t work.
We’ve looked at getting a Jackery backup battery as an alternative to an actual generator for the rare power outages we get, but we’ve dithered about what to buy because they’re pretty pricy. Mr. Legend saw one for sale online for $150, and he paid for it by credit card. By the time he realized it was never going to arrive and the company was probably a scam, it was too late to cancel the transaction through the card issuer. He’s been kicking himself, but I’m sure all the things I’ve bought online that weren’t as advertised add up to at least that much!
So this morning someone from ARS came by to do a semiannual inspection of my HVAC system as part of my service contract. It turns out that the power surge which took out my computer in January also took out the air scrubber. So I needed to have that replaced, and to prevent this from happening in the future had a surge protector installed. Also, my compressor oil needed to be changed. Total cost for all this was just under $1800.00. And that was after the discounts because I have a service contract and am a senior citizen.
Spring has finally arrived here in the northland. The frogs are singing 24 hours a day and the birds start singing around 4am. I can open the windows again. I’m no longer walking dogs every morning in the dark - I’m actually wearing sunglasses now! No more winter boots, jacket, snow pants, mitts, and hats. I’ve been sitting on my patio well after supper reading. It feels amazing. It’s a feeling you can’t even imagine if you haven’t lived through long winters.
So what’s my rant? I’m outside enjoying the fresh spring air when all of a sudden the smell of cigarettes comes wafting over into my space. The next-door neighbors rent the house from their parents and smoking isn’t allowed in the house. So they smoke outside. Houses aren’t real close together, but the smoke finds its way over. I hate it.
One of my roommates is going through Star Trek: Picard and now Discovery. All well and good. But he doesn’t pause the show when he leaves the room. Which he does frequently. He probably has a hard time keeping track of what’s going on.
Our pup was spayed on Tuesday and is currently sporting the ‘Cone of Shame’. That fucking thing annoys me more than it does her, I’m sure. She comes bounding up for a pat and cuddle, and SMACKS INTO MY SHINS full on, every time. And don’t get me started on what she’s like during the night when she sleeps on my bed. She might be feeling less than perfect due to the surgery, but I’M black and blue from that stupid bloody cone!
Minor vent: my father is becoming hard of hearing, and is talking louder and louder, sometimes bordering on shouting even for normal conversations. When we try to get him to be quieter, he snaps, “I can’t hear myself” and keeps being loud. He hasn’t sought out any hearing treatment though.
OMG how I hate those things. I had bruises and cuts on my calves for weeks. The recovery for the neuters that two of my current dogs went through was much easier than past neuters. Instead of that frickin’ cone I opted for the body suit. It’s like a onsie for a dog. I just had to unsnap the crotch area when they went out to go potty. They never bothered their stitches and we were all much happier and less stressed.
This week at work has been a marathon across hot coals. I have ONE day off. And, so far, it’s been filled with a whole variety of small frustrations.
So of course it’s the first day of my period, which is always brutal and borderline unbearable. So any moments of “rest” have been spent in a fetal position with a heating pad.
And it rained yesterday, so both dogs are thrown off their potty schedules because they didn’t want to get their little princess tootsies wet and so begged to go out multiple times overnight… never both together. Every time, one would refuse to go out with the other and then want to go out as soon as I got back in bed. And about half the times, the little dog would go ring the bell, stand by the door, and then run into the kitchen with his tail between his legs and peek around the corner when I actually went to let him out, like he was afraid I was going to torture him by making him go outside. Okay??? YOU rang the bell? Like, I’m not going to MAKE you go out, but I also don’t wanna hear it when you still need to go out out three minutes from now?
And then my cat, perched above my pillow, projectile vomited all over me, so I had to get up and wash my face and change my clothes and bed linens at like 2 AM.
And then BOTH dogs had accidents anyway. The little dog’s were no big deal (except that we’re working on housebreaking and this is his first accident inside in about three weeks), but the big dog drinks and pees so much that we’ve tested her multiple times for diabetes. She currently has a bladder infection and she’s 14, so it wasn’t really her fault, but oh my god going to the bathroom myself for three minutes and coming back to an olympic-sized swimming pool in my living room at four in the morning after she had JUST BEEN OUT made me want to scream.
Then, just now, I got a message from a lady who adopted a dog from the shelter and whom I’ve worked with at a few fundraisers, but we’re not exactly friends- it’s still the kind of relationship where I “represent my workplace” and have to be professional. She’s having some problems with the dog she adopted and wants to talk to me about it. I tell her I’m actually out of the office today, but she can call the shelter if she needs help right away. But she doesn’t want to call the shelter. She “knows” me and wants to talk to me. Ughhh.
While doing laundry yesterday, I completely forgot that my sweater, which should not go in the dryer, was in the wash, and just chucked the whole load in the dryer. I don’t think it shrunk as much as I feared it would, but it did feel a but snugger then it used to when I tried it on. I’m mostly just mad at myself for forgetting.
You can save it! Get it wet again and stretch it out on some towels for some quality air time. Unless you have cats, in which case your sweater is doomed.
Personally, I think that @SurrenderDorothy is too nice for her own good, but I try to not mention it because she does so much good for those who can’t speak for themselves.
Currently, I am really mad at my sister. She is still living with Mom rent free and doesn’t stop to think that almost 90 year old Mom might want to know that sister will be gone for a week and a half.
Yeah, I’m going to be driving to Idaho during monsoon season, but I don’t when that will be because my bitch of a sister hasn’t bothered to tell Mom yet.
