A couple of days later the temperature was just below freezing; I turned on the water and once again nothing came out. Sigh. I'll survive, but now I will also call a plumber. People had recently told me about a new plumber in town. Our other plumber was a guy who decided he'd rather drink than plumb, so I was happy to know we now had a new option.
This month I have spent more time in my basement than I have in all the years previous. The ceiling down there is low, so you always have to crouch if you're over five feet tall. It's hard on the back. My new plumber is short, like me, and he knows what he's doing. He determined that the switch and gauge were both fried, due to how they had been set up all those years ago. He had his helper run to town to the hardware store for new parts. Within an hour I had real running water throughout my house, just like it was long ago. I am really feeling buyer's remorse now, Chuck.
I'm not the only one having problems these days. Dee Dee is having some health issues so she doesn't get out much. Ellen is having problems at work and is highly stressed. Phil still has problems with his truck. So I was homebound for a while .
Chuck seems to have lost his computer. I noticed in November the few times that I saw him post something online, it was at a time when he was definitely not out here. So I would guess he was going to the library to use the computers there.
Chuck seems to have lost his computer. I noticed in November the few times that I saw him post something online, it was at a time when he was definitely not out here. So I would guess he was going to the library to use the computers there.
February's end, I am finally able to get to the grocery and then over to Phil's for a visit and some supper. Phil has got the heater working in the truck again, though the ATV is still no go. It was a good time and I came home with leftovers.
A hamburger! I haven't had a hamburger since last summer. They had grilled some a few days earlier and had put a few in the freezer, so I got one. I put some onion and canned tomatoes on it, and a slice of cheese. What a treat!
The morning after I was at Phil's I looked out my kitchen window to enjoy the view. Chuck's old camper is part of that view and I see this scrawled on the side of his camper, in black marker:
COONS'S
CAT
CRAPPER
BELLE -------------l
MICK --------- l l
v v
There are arrows pointing all over which I couldn't exactly replicate here. Wow. He must have had quite the stressful day to make him act out like a 12-year-old. Yes, dear, cats poop outside. And they have more right to be on this property than you do. Graffiti, at age 60? You know, being young at heart and being immature are not the same thing. Now you're doing it wrong.
I'm not entirely sure what to make of that first word. Raccoons? One friend who saw it said that long ago it was a slang term for a lady's private parts. It's also a derogatory term for people with dark skin. I sure hope that nice, young black man who rides his horse up and down the road can't see it. I do think maybe it's a lame attempt to spell my birth name. The stupidity it reveals is rather stunning.
I'm happy to report, though, that this doesn't stress me out hardly at all. A few deep breathing exercises and I was actually able to laugh at it. Then I considered going over and writing on the side that he sees from his window, “Shit happens.” But I decided not to stoop to his level, and I've just let it be.
It rained about a week later, and all the words got washed away. Then, a few days after that, as I went out for the mail, I saw he had painted, with dark blue paint, the words, "Illegal Immigrant" on the end of the trailer which is visible from the road. There was an arrow pointing at my house.
Well, I had this bottle of blue nail polish, left over from an old art project, so I used it to cover the word "immigrant," and change it to occupant. Then I painted an arrow towards him.
Cherylann Thomas, in her book, Evil Eyes: A Daughter’s Memoir, says "Psychopaths are more impulsive than malignant narcissists and are less able to pretend to conform to society’s rules or portray a mask of normalcy." She also states that she believes psychopaths hurt people on purpose for the sheer enjoyment of it, whereas malignant narcissists’ abuse is more a consequence of their selfishness.
It rained about a week later, and all the words got washed away. Then, a few days after that, as I went out for the mail, I saw he had painted, with dark blue paint, the words, "Illegal Immigrant" on the end of the trailer which is visible from the road. There was an arrow pointing at my house.
Well, I had this bottle of blue nail polish, left over from an old art project, so I used it to cover the word "immigrant," and change it to occupant. Then I painted an arrow towards him.
Cherylann Thomas, in her book, Evil Eyes: A Daughter’s Memoir, says "Psychopaths are more impulsive than malignant narcissists and are less able to pretend to conform to society’s rules or portray a mask of normalcy." She also states that she believes psychopaths hurt people on purpose for the sheer enjoyment of it, whereas malignant narcissists’ abuse is more a consequence of their selfishness.
