It has been one of the nicest summers that I can remember. Sunny and warm but not too hot. It is also the driest summer on record, depending what weather channel you ask. The last few nights have been quite cool so today I put the flannel sheets on the bed. I am looking forward to crawling into bed tonight.
Today I have been puttering around the house. When I was bleaching the kitchen counters I noticed that our sink was leaking. Everything was soaking wet underneath. Plastic bags and compost bags had to be hung to dry and then they blew all over the yard. It looks like a broken pipe as far as I can tell. Plumber needed. Ka-Ching! We also need to have our gas fireplace serviced and a new igniter put on. Ka-Ching! And of course, we need an entire new furnace as I mentioned in a previous post because ours is 22 years old. It turns out that the previous owners did some sort of makeshift repair and it is actually really dangerous and could have been leaking carbon monoxide. I want to say we had a house inspection when we bought this place 6 years ago and he didn’t pick it up. Nor did he notice faulty wiring. Or that the back stairs were coming off the side of the house. And about 20 other major things. He did notice one of the bedroom doors had a large hole in it. If I had one piece of advice to new home owners I would say forget the home inspection and get individuals in for checks. A plumber. An electrician. Someone who installs gas furnaces. A carpenter. We likely would not have bought this house if we knew how bad everything was. My husband can fix anything but he is not a qualified expert on the major issues.
Today is the first day in months that I have used the dryer. I’m going to miss hanging clothes on the line. There is something so satisfying about a bath towel that has been hung on the line to dry. Give me a stiff towel over a towel that is fluffy from fabric softener any day.
My step-daughter’s trouble continues. She had an appointment today with CPS. I drove her to the appointment. She has hated me since before her daughter was born. I haven’t been allowed to see her daughter since she was a week old. My stepdaughter told my husband to divorce me. She is very hard to love. She hard to even like. I don’t like the person I am when it comes to my SD. The other day I was here and her cell was at 12% and she didn’t have a charger because it was stolen from her sometime during this whole debacle. I gave her one from my old iPod chargers. Not a thank you. That’s how much she hates me. When her daughter was born I sent piles and piles of baby clothes. Again, no thank you. I’ve tried to accept that this is the way it’s going to be but my expectations get in the way. I was raised by my stepdad and have a great relationship with him and my stepsister. When my husband and I met I thought his family and my family would come together as one big happy family. My stepdaughters mother choose not to be a mother to them when they were young so my husband raised them on his own. I had hoped to be a friend to them and even a possible mother figure. That didn’t happen. How often do our expectations cause us to be miserable? I would have been a most excellent grandma to my SD’s daughter. My step grandparents never treated me any different than their biological grandchildren. I would have done the same thing. Anyway, my SD needs something now and I hope that she and her daughter will become a part of my life now. But again. Expectations get me in a lot of trouble.
Well, the dryer is done and there are sheets to be folded and stored until next spring. And I need to call a plumber.