Are the stars misaligned? I can’t keep up with the things that are going wrong …. hoping it all ends today, the last day of September.
First, of course, I had my knee surgery so I’m essentially out of commission. Still no driving for a couple more weeks, so no trips to the store or bank or …
Ever since the hot dry weather attacked us in August and September, my trees and bushes have been under stress and attacked by insects. Had to remove my plum tree, take huge pieces off the Japanese cherry and laurel hedge, have sick azaleas, rhododendrons, lilac and pachysandra. I really love my yard and spend a lot of time maintaining it. I had a contract with a local man who obviously didn’t do his job despite my calls, so this week I signed with a new service to treat everything.
I sent my car to Conte’s for a wheel alignment and found out I need new tires.
I’ve finally given up on the front yard, which has been struggling in the heat for several summers. It has more brown than grass and needs to be sodded. Bite the bullet. Do it. I don’t want our house to look less than it did when Bo was in charge.
And then there are the hardwood floors throughout our house. Again, Bo was the person who maintained them. He did the hard work, the stripping and waxing. I did them myself twice when he wasn’t able to do it, but it’s too hard; I can’t do it anymore. I’ve searched for someone to do the job. No success. So now I’m faced with floors that are badly in need of care after two years of heavy use. Looks as if I’ll have to have them polyurethaned …. another lovely expense.
So, there’s the car, the sod, the insects, the floor, and ….. oh, yes, — the piece de resistance! Yesterday, my refrigerator died. Just died. Bad compressor, the repairman said. “$800 for a compressor, lady. Might as well buy a new refrigerator.” Great. A fast decision and shopping on a bum knee. Jon has to get me to the stores. The measurements of the refrigerator opening are smaller than needed for your average refrigerator, so that adds to the problem. Got to find the right one. I am not happy.
And, as I add to so many of my blogs now, Bo has no idea of any of this. I’m the caregiver and the caretaker. The decision maker and the bill payer. Just me. I hate this.
The way things were.