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May. 30th, 2016 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monkey5sToday I have a combo platter of complaints and disappointments that are just... not... something I can air locally.
I've been worried about getting my yard mowed. I have gotten so much more disabled over the winter that I really felt I would not be able to do the work. And the grass and weeds kept... growing (we were seeing rain almost every day for awhile there. I finally made it out to try to start the mower (which has been very cranky the past couple of years). Amazingly, IT STARTED! YAY! I was worried that my knees would not allow me to push the thing, but my knees noticed immediately that this was pretty much just straight-legged pushing. OK.
But my back overruled everything. Because not standing/walking/doing the housework/etc. meant that my back muscles have faded, too. So that settled it- I had to call someone and hope I could afford someone to mow. Got hold of the guy who mows the neighbor's place, set it up for him to start the next week. The "affording it" part is probably going to be OK. Mostly. Hopefully.
Later that day, the neighbor from down at the other corner stopped at my house to ask if it would be OK to come mow my yard. I thanked her, and explained that I had just made arrangements. She asked if I might be able to cancel them. I declined again, but asked if she would be at all willing to help me with some gardening problems (FIERCELY overgrown on the patio and the strip beside the house). She agreed to come over the next day to do that.
She did a tremendous job on the overgrown strip, and I told her my poor overshadowed Virginia bluebells would be very grateful. She kept working along, and I was working on the patio itself. When she decided she was done, I was so happy with how everything was cleared out. Except she left the seedlings that weren't maple or black walnut. Still, I could deal with those.
Then I realized that she apparently did not recognize the leaves of Virginia bluebells. Because they were gone along with the weeds and seedlings. Yeah, I am a bit sad- they were mom's favorite, and she had planted them years ago. Ah well.
So then the new mowing guy did his thing. HUGE relief, seeing things all mowed and trimmed. But then I went out and realized that he had trimmed off the iris leaves, where they've been suffering in the shade for a few years (I have nowhere dug up to move them- shoveling is not in my range of motion these days). So, yeah, disappointing, but just a further fail for me.
And now, tonight, the sink in the downstairs bathroom has developed a leak. The cold water line is spraying where it's connected to another pipe under the pedestal sink. There's no shut off valve under the sink, this is how it goes when family does the installation, you know? So there's water all over the floor, and my s-i-l suggested I tie a rag around the spraying part, and try to trail it down into some kind of container. Because I am completely unable to go down into the basement to see about shut off valves down there, and I am really not going to call a plumber now, at 10:40 pm on Memorial Day.
I'm just sick with stress at this point, tearing up and thinking I CAN'T ADULT ANYMORE. Send good thoughts, if anyone has any to spare?
I've been worried about getting my yard mowed. I have gotten so much more disabled over the winter that I really felt I would not be able to do the work. And the grass and weeds kept... growing (we were seeing rain almost every day for awhile there. I finally made it out to try to start the mower (which has been very cranky the past couple of years). Amazingly, IT STARTED! YAY! I was worried that my knees would not allow me to push the thing, but my knees noticed immediately that this was pretty much just straight-legged pushing. OK.
But my back overruled everything. Because not standing/walking/doing the housework/etc. meant that my back muscles have faded, too. So that settled it- I had to call someone and hope I could afford someone to mow. Got hold of the guy who mows the neighbor's place, set it up for him to start the next week. The "affording it" part is probably going to be OK. Mostly. Hopefully.
Later that day, the neighbor from down at the other corner stopped at my house to ask if it would be OK to come mow my yard. I thanked her, and explained that I had just made arrangements. She asked if I might be able to cancel them. I declined again, but asked if she would be at all willing to help me with some gardening problems (FIERCELY overgrown on the patio and the strip beside the house). She agreed to come over the next day to do that.
She did a tremendous job on the overgrown strip, and I told her my poor overshadowed Virginia bluebells would be very grateful. She kept working along, and I was working on the patio itself. When she decided she was done, I was so happy with how everything was cleared out. Except she left the seedlings that weren't maple or black walnut. Still, I could deal with those.
Then I realized that she apparently did not recognize the leaves of Virginia bluebells. Because they were gone along with the weeds and seedlings. Yeah, I am a bit sad- they were mom's favorite, and she had planted them years ago. Ah well.
So then the new mowing guy did his thing. HUGE relief, seeing things all mowed and trimmed. But then I went out and realized that he had trimmed off the iris leaves, where they've been suffering in the shade for a few years (I have nowhere dug up to move them- shoveling is not in my range of motion these days). So, yeah, disappointing, but just a further fail for me.
And now, tonight, the sink in the downstairs bathroom has developed a leak. The cold water line is spraying where it's connected to another pipe under the pedestal sink. There's no shut off valve under the sink, this is how it goes when family does the installation, you know? So there's water all over the floor, and my s-i-l suggested I tie a rag around the spraying part, and try to trail it down into some kind of container. Because I am completely unable to go down into the basement to see about shut off valves down there, and I am really not going to call a plumber now, at 10:40 pm on Memorial Day.
I'm just sick with stress at this point, tearing up and thinking I CAN'T ADULT ANYMORE. Send good thoughts, if anyone has any to spare?
