I survived til Friday, which is today. And it's been a day chock full of adulting.
I washed dishes with hot water. Then I did a load of laundry with hot (okay, warm) water. I just got out of a hot shower where I washed myself and my hair all in one grand event with hot water.
So, yeah, my big news is I have hot water again. The water heater is "fixed". The plumber couldn't find a water leak tho he did find evidence of past leaking. He didn't really know anything about the venting aspect of the water heater. He suggested I call an hvac company and maybe chimney repair (the house is 90 years old and fancy things like electricity and central air and hot water have been jerry-rigged in over the years, so things that vent do so via the chimney). And he didn't feel comfortable turning the water heater back on. At least he charged me nothing for the service call.
So how do I have water warmer than 50 degrees? Well, after not letting myself cry for a few minutes, I called the hvac people I used for the furnace. I talked to the office manager -- who once invited me to join their office pot luck lunch when I dropped off a check. And my voice got more than a little wobbly going through it all with her. She sent one of the guys right over. He inspected the vent situation and turned on the water heater.
He also charged me nothing.
I'm taking a charcuterie board to the hvac office on Monday. I really owe them so much more for just putting an end to this.
Temporary end. Because that water heater isn't going to last much longer. I know it. I just need to squirrel away enough over the next few months so I'm ready when it goes. And I really do need to have someone check the chimney lining and cap. (I'm assuming worst case scenario there.)
Which brings us to the prime grownup activity today: the bank loan meeting. I looked professional. I didn't cry. (There may have been a tiny bit more wobbly voice.) I had ID and most recent pay stubs. Now I'm just waiting for approval. It will be an reasonable monthly payment. If I get it.
I'm finishing my day of adulthood with the ultimate grownup activity: day drinking.
p.s. It's Friday and Epiphany. I really should have a deep thought. Or maybe I shouldn't because any epiphany I have is going to be pretty small-time compared with the Epiphany.
I did have a series of (rather shallow) deep thoughts over the last 24 hours, but I didn't write them down. I did note -- and accept -- that my house looks like a depression stereotype.
Not the Depression. A person with serious chronic depression.
So I have started cleaning and generally tidying. I'm probably done with that for the day. It's hard to put things away and sweep while holding your fancy day drinking glass. Dangerous, too, because you know I'll drop it if I carry it around, and then there'll be broken glass to clean up and sticky alcohol to mop. Plus I won't have my pretty day drinking glass anymore.
I'm already in an anxiety - clutter vicious circle.
p.p.s. The exterminator came by between hvac and bank. I tried several times to have the office reschedule him since today really wasn't a good day, but no one ever called me back. I'm glad he was here, tho. He's upbeat and funny. He saw Uley and told me about Frank, a Frankenstein monster he used to have in his truck. It was an absolutely silly conversation and made me feel a bit better.
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