Wuthering Hyders

Still


It's been three days and our basement carpet is STILL wet. We've been using three fans and yesterday, my dad bought a dehumidifier and hooked that up, as well. Our home warranty will cover the new sump pump, but the deductible on our home owner's insurance is nearly two thousand dollars. Needless to say, we don't have that kind of money right now. Looks like we may have to pay to replace the carpet on our own. We don't exactly have the money for THAT either. All I know, is that something has to be done about it soon. The whole house is starting to smell all damp and cave-like. Which would be great if we were bats, I guess.

I think of all of the things I miss about the basement, I miss my computer the most. I hate using the laptop. I can't put my pictures on it because there's really no room for them. None of my favorites are stored on here. The speakers suck, so Pandora is out of the question. Some of the keys don't work properly causing in the letters "a" and "q" to be omitted from words so I have to go back and correct them by pushing the keys more directly. I don't like the mouse either. I just miss my computer. It's like missing an old friend. I can't wait to have the familiar keys beneath my fingers once more.

On an altogether different subject, I think Tow-Truck Guy is stalking me. I took Perrin out with me when I ran errands on Saturday morning. We stopped at Wal-Mart, a couple of garage sales (where he made out like a bandit with the cookies for sale), and finally stopped at Dairy Queen to pick up Blizzards for everyone before heading home. As I pulled forward from the drive-thru, I stopped to lick the melting ice cream off the sides of the cups as the twelve year old girl with the nose piercing chose not to give me lids for any of them. While I was trying to prevent a chocolate disaster from ruining my center console, Perrin was apparently watching traffic. The next thing I knew, he was shrieking, "Awful truck, Mommy! Awful truck!" and sure enough, I looked up just in time to see the vile thing drive by. Again, I felt the disdain and anger that had festered all those months at Chapel Ridge. Why couldn't the guy move to Guam or someplace equally distant? Maybe the bottom of some nice volcano somewhere?

Shame on me. I should probably be doing my best to scare up some good karma instead of letting past irritants create bitterness in my life. Someone suggested meditation. Learning to breathe properly and relax. Might not be a bad idea if I can manage to do it before the kids get up and chaos ensues. Of course, that early in the morning I'm likely to fall asleep if I relax much. I'm utterly useless before ten in the morning. Sometimes, even later. Perhaps I'll try it tomorrow. At least, I will if my nose stops running long enough for me to breathe at all. I've always thought colds in the warm months to be the most idiotic things. If I'm lucky, I'll wake up healthy tomorrow.