Ah the trials and tribulations of being a home owner. I wouldn't change that, but sometimes...SOMEtimes, it'd be nice to be able to call up the landlord and tell him/her to get over here and FIT it.
First the stove went out. It's a 26 year-old Roper gas stove and I love it. You know how you tend to use one burner more than any other on a stove? Well, that's the one that got burned out. Can't be replace, parts aren't available for it any more. BUT, we know of this place in Hollywood, California that's like a stove hospital. Victor had helped us out before and he helped us out again. Got a refurbished (not new) burner. All fixed right?
The regulator in the stove itself went bad. But not to worry, we found a place to get the part and it's been ordered. It isn't here yet and I'm prepared for it to be the wrong one. In which case we may have to buy a new stove. (I'm NOT looking forward to THAT.) In the mean time I'm "cooking" with a nifty old electric skillet and the microwave. I miss my stove.
But that's not all folks.
Got up last Sunday to find the carpet in The Other Room was all wet and soggy. The Other Room is our office, the place where I write, where we have the computer, where we have three bookcases, where I do the ironing and work on crafts. It is also the place where various miscellaneous items and pieces of paper and magazines and books go to get lost. Turned out the water was coming from our ancient air conditioner. Yep...it's gonna have to be replaced. Huge expense. We've got air for the time being, but who knows for how long? And with this scorching Texas summer we simply can't be without it. Anyway, we had to move, two full-sized bookcases and a dresser to get at the soggy carpet so we could shop-vac it and towel it and put the fans on it so it could dry out.
The Other Room, normally somewhat cluttered but navigable, became near impenetrable what with the boxes filled with books and other precious stuff that we'd forgotten we had. The up side is that when I/we put it all back together it'll be a good excuse to thoroughly clean and dust and throw stuff out.
Breathing a sigh of relief? Nope...the cellphone died.