And the Hits Just Keep On Comin’

It was cold Thursday morning. Winter has returned to Michigan.

When I came home for lunch, I decided to get a jump on the weekend (I’m hoping to get an electrician over here), so I loaded the dishes from last night into the dishwasher and turned it on. Then I thought I’d wash a load of clothes, too.

When I went down to put the clothes in the drier, the floor had flooded! Oh, the joys of home ownership!

Now, the question is, did it back up because I had both appliances dumping water in the drains, or are the drains plugged up again? I used to have to have the guys come out and cut the roots in the pipes every year or so, but it’s been a couple three years since that happened.

So, when I got home after work, I did another load of laundry. Hmmm... Nope, the drain backed up again (although not so bad this time). Dammit!

I was cleaning the house when my Grandson Carl V call to thank me for the birthday card. I still can't believe he's sixteen!

I kept watching for my neighbor to come home to ask him about an electrician (everybody he’s recommended so far, like the tree guy, has been very good and very cheap) but he never showed. He might be out of town. I’ll walk over on Friday night and ask his wife.

I was mentally wiped out: First the furnace, then the electrical and now the drains. Can somebody please remind me why I wanted to buy a house instead of renting? So, I went to bed at 9:00 PM.