I’m tired and I’m cranky.
Truth be told, cranky is kind
of my baseline but being tired certainly isn’t helping. And since Gary is back to waking me several
times a night, tired is part of my new baseline.
Tonight, I was looking forward
to washing away a long, hard day with a long, hot shower. But, as it turned out, we had no hot water
(which also means we had no heat but since Gary likes to keep the house at
approximately the same temperature as the surface of the sun, I didn’t realize
that until I tried to shower).
That meant, I had to fix
it. Fun fact about me: I come from a
long line of people who aren’t particularly handy but I am the unhandiest of
all. Also, the furnace is the
basement. Another fun fact about me: I’m
scared of basements. Not just ours,
pretty much any basement, but I never have to go to anyone else’s so I can
focus all my fear on our basement. And
because I’m scared, I try to never go down there. And because I never go down there, God only
knows what’s lurking down there: mice, black mold, flesh-eating clowns…. I function better above ground, I guess is my
point. But I had no choice.
Before heading to the basement,
I stopped to put on my shoes and I backed up, forgetting that the track to Gary’s
chair glide extends nearly to the ground and as a result, I tripped over it. Now I suppose it could be my fault for
forgetting it was there (we’ve had it for about a year after all). Or it could be my fault for not watching
where I was going, but I’m tired and cranky so I’ve decided it’s Gary’s fault
for needing the damned thing in the first place.
So now I’m tired, cranky and injured
as I head to the basement. Not
surprisingly, I did not fix the furnace.
When I went back upstairs, Gary proceeded to tell me everything I was
doing wrong based on memories he has of something that never happened. When I gently tried to point out that was not
remembering correctly, he exploded and an argument ensued. A heated argument (which is kinda funny since
no heat is at the heart of the argument).
Ultimately, he called our
friend Skip who fixed it in about 5 minutes (Skip is the opposite of me and can
fix absolutely anything). And with the
heat and hot water working, all was well in Gary’s world. His failing memory means he forgot we were
fighting at all. Unfortunately, my
memory is better.
So, the heat is fixed but it’s
still a chilly night at our house.
you come by it honestly. .. ...
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