Oh Winter… why must you be so mean? Oh sure, we’re hardy New Englanders descended from Canadians, but even this Winter has been a bit much. There’s another, ANOTHER, blizzard in the forecast for this coming weekend. I can’t even laugh about it anymore. The whole Winter Wonderland thing has most certainly lost its charm for me, not that it had much to begin with.
We have now discovered that there is water behind two walls and the sheet rock is soft. Lovely. I have to keep the TV on for background noise because I find myself jumping up at every little tapping noise to see if water is coming in from somewhere new. I now truly understand how some people can acquire OCD behaviors. I am doing my best to not look up at the ceiling every chance I get.
On the bright side, we don’t have to go anywhere this weekend and I think I might just let the condo association do their job and dig us out for this one. I have shoveled enough. I’m done. Picture me dropping a shovel like a microphone.
The MBTA stopped running on Tuesday. Let that sink in for a moment. The public transportation system for a major metropolitan area that people rely on as an alternative to driving into the city no matter what the weather, but ESPECIALLY in bad weather, SHUT DOWN because of the accumulated snow and equipment failures. Fortunately Ron had taken Tuesday and Wednesday off this week to spend time with me during my so-called vacation and didn’t have to figure out how to get in to work. The whole system is terribly underfunded and the head of the MBTA has since given her resignation over this mess. City officials want to host an Olympics here? Give me a break. Even now the system is experience delays and slow downs and I have no idea how long it’s going to take Ron to get home tonight.
I had such great plans for this week. I was going to get a lot of stuff done. I realize I’m only halfway into this vacation and there’s still plenty of time, but my heart is no longer in it. I need to shake off this funk and get something done today or I fear the rest of this week off is truly done for. The icing on the cake was last night when, a few hours after eating dinner, I had terrible stomach pains. Let me tell you that I am very glad our sewer issues from last week have been cleared up and I am glad I have working toilets. I don’t know what caused it, and Ron feels fine. It’s more than 12 hours after the stomach issues started and I just heard a noise that I thought was a hard drive acting up, but no, it was my stomach. UGH. I’m afraid to eat anything now.
Well, it’s time to make the best of things. Time to go cross something off my to do list, even if it’s just one small thing.
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