Ever have one of those weeks where things just aren’t going quite right?
I seem to have them every now and then. Nothing goes terribly wrong, but just enough to leave me feeling uneasy and discontent. A vent session always helps…
For starters, my satellite dish has been acting wonky again. I know what you’re thinking. Oh, no, not the satellite woes AGAIN. We can’t deal with more of Jill’s dish woes!!
Well, to you I say… TELL ME ABOUT IT.
I could have cried the night I came home and discovered that I had no signal last week. Thankfully, my friend Lindsay loaned me her hubby, and after he wiggled the dish a bit, I was back in action, and I was so grateful to him. A few hours later, though, it was down again. This time, I dragged one of my kitchen chairs outside, climbed up, and wiggled it myself. Signal returns. I felt very empowered. I don’t need no boy to wiggle my dish!
This time, it worked for a few days, and I was starting to think the issue had been permanently solved. But alas, no. I lost my signal again on Monday night. I performed the same kitchen chair operation again, and so far, so good, but I’m now living in fear of my signal going out again, and worrying that there might be a serious issue here. Perhaps it’s the growing trees in my back yard? A faulty connection? I really have no clue. All I know for sure is that it’s not normal to have to drag a kitchen chair out to the back of my house every couple of days to realign my dish…
I can’t miss any more Jimmy Fallon, you guys. This is serious in my world.
Next on the list of things that are bothering me: my floody basement. We had torrential rains Tuesday, and it seems that anytime we get any kind of rain at all, I have water problems in my basement. Of course, during the Tuesday monsoons, my sump-pump seized, and the next thing I knew, water was pouring in and rising quickly. I’m lucky in that I have an unfinished basement, but it also houses things such as the washer, dryer, freezer, hot water tank, and furnace, so…we don’t want that water getting too high. I felt so terrible calling Rolly – he’s the one who always gets my panicky “SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH MY HOUSE!!!” phone calls, and I always feel so guilty about it.
As usual, Rolly bailed me out – literally! – and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him. Now, as always after a basement flood, I have the musty basement smell that I have to do battle with. I swear, each time it happens, the smell sinks into the rest of the house just a little bit more and I’m afraid that someday I’ll never get rid of it…
Let’s add insult to injury, shall we? As my basement filled with water, I discovered my first earwig of the season in my living room. Followed moments later by yet another in the kitchen.
I mothertruckin’ HATE EARWIGS!!!!!
Once the flood was finally under control, and I had stopped imagining earwigs crawling all over me, I settled down to watch my final episode of Dexter.
And let’s just say… I didn’t get the happy ending I wanted.
I suppose I never should have expected one in a show that has a serial killer working for the police department, should I?
I need a good weekend, here, folks. Some nice weather, some down time, and no more calamities, for just a few days.
A girl can hope…