Showing posts with label replacement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label replacement. Show all posts

Monday, January 30, 2023

Bees Buzzing

         They’re really not.  It just sounds that way as our flooring is being ripped out.  Flooring that we just had put in.  But there was a leak.  And now the entire floor must be replaced – though I don’t think it does.  The flooring that needs to be replaced the most is in another area.  One that was serviced already but needs to be replaced again. 

I was going to take pictures of what is taking place but haven’t had the ambition.  I don’t feel well.  Didn’t each much of a breakfast because of aches and pains – that haven’t stopped.  Bonnie is currently in my room and is sad as she would like everyone in the house to pet her.  And there are a lot of them.  Or were.  Our life currently in boxes.  Buzzing bees.  I’m in a trance.

Saturday, December 24, 2022

Lighting Candles to Hanging Lights

 

This morning Richard was watching one of his cowboys which was Christmas themed.  Those that were in that particular episode were discussing decorating a tree and adding candles.  

It triggered a memory with hot lights that replaced the candles as they were fire hazard.  Still, a dry tree and hot lights were still cause for fire.  There have been a number of homes destroyed due to Christmas tree fires.  Anyway, I remember my mom and I having attended one of those “selling items” party similar to Tupperware or Usborn Books or the Pampered Chef – only it was for Christmas items.  Among the items shared was a smoke alarm ornament.  The idea of it was appealing, but the idea didn’t seem to carry over to what we believed would be a helpful item to have.


        We decided to test the product before we hung it and ended up melting part of the babble.  We returned it and tried it again with our replacement.  Both had failed.  Neither would have alerted us if there had been an actual fire.  Throughout the years the lighting devices have improved so that there is light without the heat.  How ingenious. 



Sunday, January 21, 2018

When it Rains, it Pours

            It’s been just over three and a half years since we had made the purchase of our reclining couch and chair – something that had invited comfort in the showroom.  We didn’t realize the furniture had been created over extremely heavy frame that would misshape each time it was moved.  Thus, coming out to Oregon really took a toll on our misshapen couch each time it was moved.  It’s sad that it’s value had depreciated so quickly.  We feel so gipped.  But what can we do? 


We have looked to replace our pathetic couch, but it’s not a priority.  There are two other issues at hand.
            First there is the matter of the car that my mom had purchased brand new, however Roland and I put more miles on the car than she ever did.  We had borrowed it to go on long trips thus it had quite a bit of mileage on it before we had purchased it.  We have worn the poor baby going up and down hill;



I don’t think our car was designed for climbing. 
            Saturn checked the car each year as part of their service.  I don’t think it got as much attention after Saturn went out of business.  It currently needs a transmission.  A car seems more necessary than a couch.  Also, more expensive.  A second car would be imperative.  Of course, it costs much more than a couch.
            And now we have an additional problem.  One of our toilets leaks. 



We don’t from where exactly.  Our carpet was wet and we dried it out, but we noticed the carpet managed to get drenched again after another flush.  So, for now, all of us must use the master bath.  What moron decided carpet in the bathroom was a good fit anyway?  We’ll be contacting the insurance company on Monday to see if we are covered.  We’ll have to cut the carpet out (which had actually been our plan since before we moved in, but still don’t have the finances for) and redo the floor (in addition to plumbing expense) 
           Then there is the matter of medical bills - not even sickness but check-up routines. 



I can't imagine how outrageous it would be if any of us were actually sick or hospitalized!  What a nightmare!


            Oh, the joys!