I have to fix the glass door to my fireplace. It has 4 panes of glass and folds. My son and I had a fire going a couple winters ago, and I had the door shut, it’s not air tight, just to keep all the heat from going up the chimney. There are vents on the top and bottom of it, for the warm air to come out into the room. We were in the kitchen and we heard it explode, ran into the family room and saw one of the 4 panes of glass had exploded into a zillion tiny pieces .
I’ve not been able to see how to remove the door. I don’t know if I need a whole new door or can replace just that pane of glass. But I had forgotten that I need to deal with it, and these people will want to see the house soon, so they’ll probably see it broken. 😦 Probably the biggest hassle I have to deal with, really. My deck needs painting but that’s just work, not a real hassle. This…will be an issue.
Sometimes, it’s such a pain to be a single female…Single mom, single homeowner. Sometimes I get so sick of having to deal with all this crap alone. And I wonder why I’m still alone sometimes. But then, I remember, who I chose to fall in love with, lol. Duh. Trying to make wine out of raisins. Nothing much there to work with, but boy I kept trying didn’t I. lol.
I’m pretty self-sufficient, and most of the time I like it that way. I guess my marriage made me not want to have to depend on anyone, I just got let down all the time. But sometimes, I just would like to have someone else do some of this crap, to be planning this move with someone. It’s at times a daunting proposition, to move 1500 miles alone. If I want to do it, though, it’s how it is. I know it will be a good thing. And, it is the way it is.
It’s all good, apparently my journey this time is to learn these lessons. I can’t complain, I have a good life. Love and light, all.
PS. I just googled “making wine from raisins”, and there are a whole bunch of articles on how to do it. So…..I guess you can! I need a different analogy.
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“Like getting blood out of a stone”, perhaps? That is how I always thought of my narcissist ex, when it came to getting real love from him…. (Although in my language we say “like squeezing water out of a stone”)…
I know what you mean about having to do all the crap yourself, as a single person… it is easier to be two people living together, practically and financially… and emotionally of course (only if there is true love, though..)… I think there will be nice men in Florida… 😉.. 💜
Bad wine! 😉 Good luck with your other tasks! Xx
I always did EVERYTHING. For Christmas, I got power tools. When something broke…from plumbing to a faulty outlet…I was the one who fixed it. If the roof was leaking, I was the one patching it. When it was time to put up Christmas lights, I was the one hanging upside down on the eaves, stringing the lights, while Loser sat in the kitchen, smoking, drinking and watching television. (I don’t know how long it would have taken him to wonder where I was if I had fallen off. Maybe when he needed another beer he might have at least glanced out the window.
Having to do these things when you are alone is one thing. Having to do these things when there is a “man” in the house is sad.
When I was married I didn’t fix things, but I managed the house, the business, took care of my son, did everything except fix things. And my ex only fixed things in dire need of fixing, like the furnace, or the well, or the plumbing. I didn’t have an oven for 5 years because he wouldn’t fix or replace it. It wasn’t even my business, it was all in his name. Which turned out to be in my favor, considering the the financial trouble he got into with it. I hated that too, being responsible for everything and being the only one bringing money into the house. I totally agree with you. So I’m hoping to meet someone someday that is happy to share the responsibilities with me. It would be nice for a change. I’m sure there are decent men out there who will help out and not lie with every word they say.
Loser made the money. He went to fancy dinners. He went to concerts. He got to travel all over the United States and Europe. He never even picked up a broom. I’m not sure I would know how to act if somebody actually wanted to help with something. I think it would scare the shit out of me.
Just for a second. Long enough to pick your jaw up off the floor and say thank you, lol!
I’m afraid I’d be waiting for their head to start spinning around. That would almost be like somebody talking to me like I mattered. Again, scary.