July 12 2022
July has been a stressful month for me. Nothing compared to the folks living in a war zone in Ukraine or those still struggling with the effects of Covid 19, or without work. And there are many looking for the next meal.
My stress is none of the above. As a woman of a certain age and being profoundly deaf it can cause all sorts of issues.
I live in a condo and the condo board decided to search for a water leak that was happening in the underground garage. Yes, my unit is directly over the garage and in their wisdom, management had jackhammers break up my patio and dig out the lovely garden that is in front of my bedroom windows. I moved all my patio furniture and they barricaded me in!
That was three weeks ago.
So, I decided they didn’t have enough water issues to contend with and I managed to flood my kitchen. Not only did I have my kitchen under an inch of water I flooded the garage! I’ve never been known to do things by half.
How did this happen? I ran the tap water over a few dishes in the sink with the plug inserted, as you do. I picked up my coffee cup and sat down to watch the morning news. So, maybe 20-25 minutes later I took my cup to the sink… This is one of the hazards of being hard of hearing or deaf. I never hear water running and was probably still half asleep. That's my story and I’m sticking to it.
This means, I now have workmen outside pouring tar and drilling. Industrial-size blowers went for 48 hours to dry everything around the sink area after the contractors lifted the sodden floors. This is a work in progress but the one highlight of all this commotion and upheaval is, that I can take the hearing aids out and I don’t hear a thing. I hope it all gets done before the summer is gone.
Then we had the Friday debacle with Rogers. I was cut off my phone the same as the rest of the country. I have Fido for my cell phone and don’t use my landline anymore. Personally, I don’t need to be connected 24 hours to folks but as it caused untold hardship to some who use Interact for business it must have been a worry.
On Sunday I took myself off to a book fair that I saw advertised. I needed to get out of the house and it was a beautiful day for a drive. I’ll tell you about the Bookfair in our August Blog-Letter.
When I returned later that afternoon tired and hot, I sat at my computer to check if Liz had been nagging me to get the lead out as she was waiting on an update. No computer and no lights would come on in either my office or the bedroom!! NO INTERNET! Tragedy. The air was blue! If you know me you’ll understand that I’m not tech-savvy and anything electrical is beyond me.
I texted Liz who walked me through lots of scenarios. I kept talking about fuses and was corrected. They are now called breakers. I fiddled around with the electric panel and did as she directed. No, go. I said I’d call an electrician in the morning. I went off to bed in the dark.
This morning I gave it one last try and moved the “breakers” and low and behold everything came back on. Must have been my magic fingers. So I’m back in business.
So what are these workmen doing now? They’ve sprayed all the outside with, what looks like snow and ice, and are testing to see if it melts into the garage I guess.
I smiled nicely at them and offered coffee and asked when I’d get my patio back. Maybe next week I was told. Hmm, we shall see.
Yes, 1st world problems. Still stressful but with Liz’s expertise not just with the writing but as an electrician I should be fine. Now back to the writing.