Timelies all!
The soles of the shoes I wore to services today cracked and bits fell off. I've never seen shoes do that before. Granted, these shoes were at least 10 years old, but I only wore them a couple of times a year.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
The soles of the shoes I wore to services today cracked and bits fell off. I've never seen shoes do that before. Granted, these shoes were at least 10 years old, but I only wore them a couple of times a year.
It is a great consolation to know that others have the same problems with these various coworkers as I do, but doesn't actually get me very far.
My water heater is leaking. Lots of corrosion around the copper pipes. Not leaking on the floor or causing damage to anything else but the water heater itself, though. In six months or so, I'll be able to replace it without putting it on a credit card, so I think I'll take a chance and wait. Replacing it isn't simple or cheap, considering it's on the second floor, and I'm not interested in getting a smaller one. My BFF says she replaced hers by herself (of course, sigh) for about $200, but (a) I'm not doing it myself, because (b) it's on the second floor, and also (c) no.
We were wondering if our gas lines got some sort of horrific filth in them recently, because the thermocouple on our hot water heater died Monday (Tim replaced it last night, hallelu), and yesterday I saw the neighbor across the street getting delivery of a new hot water heater. I should poll the rest of the neighbors.
Hil: Nobody protested Vietnam????
He must have been in some alt-reality.
ita: so sorry about that job. I think it's worse when you do well at an interview and still don't get the position. (That just happened to me and one of my co-workers who interviewed at the same place. . . I figure that the interviewers just have good chemistry with everyone.)
In unrelated news: I love it when artists use stichery in their work (or as their medium).
Wow, sumi, those are gorgeous.
Were the houses all built at the same time, Steph? Maybe the thermocouples are reaching the ends of their natural lifespans at the same time.
Lucy is chowing down on some cilantro. I am not sure, now, if it was Lucy or Ethel who tried it first. I think Ethel.
Were the houses all built at the same time, Steph? Maybe the thermocouples are reaching the ends of their natural lifespans at the same time.
Our hot water heater is about 9 years old, and apparently it was a known problem with our model -- it happened in the first couple of years for a LOT of people (this is what the plumbing supply dude told Tim). We seem to have gotten lucky that it lasted this long. We ought to be able to get a couple-few more years out of the hot water heater, so we (and by "we," I mean "Tim") opted to replace the bad thermocouple for $60 rather than get a whole new hot water heater for $600.
Don't know about the neighbor. IIRC, the house was totally rehabbed about 6 or 7 years ago, so her hot water heater couldn't be any older than that. (Well, I suppose it could if the rehabbers put in a used hot water heater, but we saw the house while it was up for sale, and it sure looked like a new hot water heater, with tags and whatnot to indicate its average energy use.) Probably just a fluke-y coincidence that both of our hot water heaters went kaput at the same time.
Unrelatedly, I am REALLY tired of stinkbugs getting in the house. I can't kill them, because then they stink (hence the name), so I have to scoop them up in tupperware and release them outside. It's probably the same persistent stinkbug getting in the house over and over and over.
It's a messenger from the universe trying desperately to change your life.
Wow, today is definitely my day for NSFW language from higher-ups. I appreciate that. But we have all fucking had it, and yet nothing is going to get better in the foreseeable future, and for me it's going to get a lot worse over the next few weeks.
"Cake or death. Your death. Yeah, that's right, hand over the cake."
OMG Connie, I nearly did a spit take!