I had every intention of telling you how grateful I was on Thanksgiving. However, unbeknownst to me, I lost my internet service on Wednesday when a handyman doing some repair work cut through my DSL line. Of course, he failed to mention that he cut the DSL line so I spent a couple of hours on the phone with AT&T on Wednesday night, trying to figure out what the heck was the problem. Also on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, my dryer died. RIP. Cha-ching.
After a $110 house call from my internet service provider, I have internet access again. However, while the repair guy was drilling a hole in my house to repair the DSL line, we discovered that my water heater is rusted to the point that water is dripping out the top and there is a slight smell of natural gas. According to my daughter’s boyfriend, I need to get a new water heater ASAP because he saw one blow up on this show called Myth Busters and it was pretty nasty.
All this came a month after the ceiling in my dining room caved in and the condensation line of my AC condensation line got clogged and ruined a box of sentimental Christmas ornaments. Last month I also got a letter from my mortgage company saying that my mortgage payment is going up $600 a month because my homeowner and hurricane insurance doubled and my escrow didn’t cover it last year.
What the heck does any of this have to do with my depression or bipolar or alcoholism?