See that guy, second from the left? He is clearly telling the universe his blues, shouting out his woes, feeling sorry for himself, bemoaning his woes...
There are a thousand ways to say it, and sadly, other than the shouting it out for all the world to hear, that was pretty much me yesterday. Grumpy. Out of sorts, and no way to make me happy.
I had just had too much fun - broken air conditioners in cars, pipes that leaked, a dishwasher that refused to run. Being pretty much broke, and no junk food in the house.
Because you see, scarfing down junk food satisfies something in me. I feel miserable afterwards, and honestly, I rarely really taste what I'm eating. I know it's not one bit good for me, but I do it none the less.
Except for yesterday, because there was just no junk food to be had. This budgeting business (a good thing, mind you, and I'm glad we're doing it) allows for only so much junk food, and when it's gone, it's gone.
Prior to the budgeting business, I would have been in the store, scooping up chocolate tortes, cream cheese goodies, cookies, and more. Maybe that poor guy above had no more clam or crab pickings? Maybe no kind soul fed him chips or fries that day. Who knows, but I think we were of like mind. The world was out to get us.
My brain knew logically that there was no shortage of food in my house; I had lots of choices, really. But in my funk, none of them appealed.
Blushing confession here...I ate several packs of Scooby Doo Fruit Snacks, just to get a taste of sweet. It's a sad day, indeed, when you snitch your grandson's snacks.
I thought about making blueberry muffins, but at that point the dishwasher had gone on strike refusing to fill. I didn't want to clean up the mess involved; laziness prevailed.
Said dishwasher, and its partner in crime, the kitchen faucet confounded us. Somehow, when the water heater got replaced, and everything was working downstairs, the faucet, on its own accord, just stopped dripping. Just stopped.
There is no logical connection between that faucet and the hot water heater. None. We followed all the pipes.
Replace the hot water heater on the lowest level of the house, and the faucet on the middle level now behaves. We happily took back the faucet for a refund, loaded the dishwasher, and turned it on.
Nothing, just nothing, but a few hums from the motor. No water.
So, googling how to fix something began again. Many things were tried to no avail. I asked Phil if maybe the hot water to the dish washer had been turned off, and he assure me he had not touched it.
No success, so I resigned myself to washing by hand, which really is not a problem, but it added to my woe is me for sure.
And, at one point, Phil came up, smiling, to tell me that the dishwasher now was working.
Pause, and a question as to how he fixed it.
He grinned and willing confessed that yeah, the hot water to the dishwasher had been turned off.
God bless the man for confessing; I might well have made something up. He could have spun a stream of technical garbage, and I would have accepted it.
So, here I sit, trying to shake off the blues.
Pay day is nearly here, and I can restock the larders. I have a working dishwasher, and I have hot water in my house. Laundry is going, as is the infamous dishwasher. The part to fix the car's AC has arrived. (Thank you, Amazon, and God bless you!)
Chicken is marinating and waiting to be grilled.
I'll be working on my journal page in between doing some other things, some needed, but others just for fun, just for me.
And, just maybe, I can get rid of these d*mn crankies.