When someone’s sociability gets the best of them and they randomly decide to ask me how I’m doing, I generally go against standard protocol and actually tell that person exactly how I’m feeling. Hey, they asked for it, right? So when I’m asked to share my world…. well, despite what it may seem like, life isn’t all rainbows, unicorns and dead possums at The Nest.
The final hurdle in what was a weeklong gauntlet of inconveniences and issues I had coming my way was a visit from the plumber yesterday morning to open up my kitchen drain which had solidified shut and spewed up the nastiest of yuckies in the process. Now, I knew it wasn’t something minor…. the plumbing in my home has been shit for years… almost literally. My bathroom sink and right side of the kitchen sink have been clogged solid and unusable for a couple years… and the toilet has been slow and prone to overflowing for even longer than that.
And naturally, the guys who came out didn’t get very far when they tried to unstop the drain. When one snake plunge into the depths withdrew mud, which should never be in plumbing, there was no denying something was very, very wrong. And thus after some visual checks in the sewer and a little sonar like device that sounded like a bad prop from a Star Wars movie, the source of the issue was found directly under my kitchen floor. In a city that is notorious for its basements that flood every time it rains, I’ve always felt fortunate to live in a house on a slab.
Of course, since this was Christmas Eve morning, the only thing that got done yesterday was the diagnosis, complete rearranging of my major kitchen appliances (which further damaged a water line to my washer and the gas line to my stove… yes, it was a glorious day!), and of course the smelling salts for what the final bill would be. I won’t tell you how much lighter I’ll be financially… other than to say the only two purchases I made for more money were my house and car. And that I DO have the money (you can cancel those GoFundMe pages you all started)… being a single, frugal tightwad without expensive entertainment needs for so long does have its advantages. This is exactly the kind of shit I knew would eventually go wrong and that I’ve saved up for. But the massive inconvenience of having my kitchen and bathroom turned into a road construction zone for at least a couple days (Which were supposed to be part of a relaxing three days off)… not to mention having gone five days and counting now without access to a working sink (Which isn’t good when you’re dealing with a cat and cleaning up his chronic diarrhea) is maddening. Thank goodness I don’t give a shit about Christmas, or I’d really be stressed right now…
Alrighty then…. with that off my chest, let’s do the actual world sharing, courtesy of Melanie’s questions for this holiday week! I hope she doesn’t mind that I tweaked her logo to make it a bit more appropriate for my fabulous situation I’m in…
Do dogs ‘talk’ (communicate) with their own species?
I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Humans certainly don’t have a monopoly on the whole verbal communication thing. Squirrels absolutely communicate with each other… that’s not just idle jabbering they do when they detect a threat or a nuisance. We just aren’t smart enough yet to crack the animal language barrier…
Have you ever had to work on Christmas Day?
LOL! I guess technically I haven’t, since I work nights. I’ve had Wednesday/Thursday nights off forever now, and the only night my crew never works is Christmas Eve. Yes, I’ve worked them all…
If someone gifts you something that you immediately loathe, do you pretend to really like it anyway or are you brutally honest about your opinion?
My face would give it away. I’m not good at pretending to like something I don’t. If that discourages people from buying me gifts, it’s all the better. Please stop the silly gift reciprocity tradition!
Which popular drink, found during the Christmas season most often, is called “milk punch?”
What is this, a game show? Let’s see what the contestants have to say….
MR. FOX: ……………..
I’m sorry, but that’s incorrect. And you forgot to phrase your blank stare in the form of a question.
MITZI: Like, is it hooch?
Like, no it isn’t, Mitzi. The judges would like to see you backstage, though, while they deliberate on whether to accept your answer or not.
SHADOW: This question doesn’t even begin to challenge my vast intellect and cognitive skills!
Do you know the answer or not, genius?
SHADOW: Do I know the answer? Of course it’s….. um…… that one drink….. just give it to me already!
Sorry, but nobody here at The Nest knows the answer. We’ll have to leave this one unfinished.
How many ghosts show up during “A Christmas Carol?”
Four. Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Marley…
Are you all about the holly and jolly or more about remembering the alleged ‘true’ meaning of Christmas?
None of the above. And I laugh at the people who seem to struggle with the fact that Christmas has become an American holiday that is about both…. together. Jesus and Santa are not separate, but equal…
Please share a memory or thought about the holiday season if you’d like, whatever kind of celebration you may observe.
Meh. The kind of crap that happened this Christmas seems to pop up most years. No thanks.
But I will share one of the few positive things that happened over the past week… and that I was looking forward to showing off in this week’s SYW post until the roof caved in.
Sewie came to my door for the first time in well over a year this past weekend! You may remember him as the regular visitor cat who came between Pretty Kitty and Gypsy. Unlike the other two cats who “belonged” to the neighbors two houses down and spent most of their time outside since the parents only had them to entertain the kid… Sewie belonged to a different neighbor who clearly DID take care of the cat. I’m not sure if it was because of jealousy over Gypsy, but he stopped coming by for a meal a year and a half ago, and I went almost a year without seeing him at all. So when he stopped by and came to my porch, it definitely brightened my day…