I have went crazy...
I am officially crazy now and the entire fleet has turned out to give me an honorary medal into the navy, since I have surpassed the requirements to be able to 'curse like a sailor'. No, it's not Bob who I'm cursing at, it's me, it's everytime I nearly break my toes off AGAIN, it's the cat that has torn a hole in the screen door, and the stray cat that sprayed same door, which seeped into the cracks of the metal door (did I mention this stray is not a fixed cat, so has full tomcat odor?) and I can't get it out. The entire foyer smells like you've buried your face in a hot stingy armpit. I have removed the stormdoor door handle, so my cat can not hang from it anymore, while sinking his toenails into the screen... and he is relentless on jumping up and trying to open the door, relentless. It is so hard for me to keep working on everything, while hearing him tearing up the door. It's like, I can't have anything, not a doorbell, not a gate lock, not hot water, air conditioner broke last year, did I mention the foundation is falling?
So now I have to worry that my 'helpful' neighbor will come over and see the tape I put on the door tongue to keep it from locking me out, since the knobs are off. You see, this same neighbor came over and found my battery doorbell not working, and tore it off the door (including the sticky backing that STAYS on the door, so it could never stick on again. I bought another $25 dollar set and when the battery went dead, he tore the whole thing off again - thinking because he was a man, he'd have to fix it for me, since women aren't smart enough to figure out those things. That's 2 doorbells he's killed for me. Both sticky patches from both murdered doorbells still stuck to the door, but bell backing will not stick to them. The part with the battery was supposed to be slid off the backing to replace the battery. You'd think after he'd done it once, he wouldn't do it again. So, no doorbell... forever. Torn screen.... No doorknob on the screen & glass door.
Oh, I had lost the key to the bike cable lock that I had on the fence gate, and so just worked it thru the wooden fence to LOOK LIKE it was locked to the outside world. Same neighbor saw from his back yard that it wasn't locked and came over and locked it. Now I have to call someone to come out with huge lock loppers and cut it off. I never would have thought helpful neighbors would be a pain in the ...er..... brain.
Did I mention that I still don't have full use of hot water here? None in the wash, have to handload it into the dishwasher - because the calcium stops up the inlets. Wonder why these idiots didn't put those strainers on the user side, so we could easily clean them, instead of behind everything where we can't reach them... spite job.
The taxes, the other house... oh my GAWD.... I am sure this is what a bad drug trip must feel like....
PS: Did I mention that Bob has a new phrase that drives me crazy? No matter what I'm trying to explain to him, he replies "so what?"
PSS: Oh, and the computer that usually helps me cope, keeps losing connectivity every 2minutes, dropping most messages/emails I write and stopping me from doing needed bill/tax/disability stuff online. That alone was enough to finish my brain off.
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