So not only am I broke, I'm in the hole.
I'm still trying to figure out what I'm supposed to learn from all this. The only thing I've come up with is that I need more income, which means a job. I think I've mentioned that businesses love elderly volunteers, but when it comes to paying us for the same kind of work...well, that's a different story.
If I can hold out until the new Walmart is open for business, I'll go there and see if I can get on as a greeter. I know they don't pay too well, and there's been a lot of criticism about some of their merchandising practices. But they hire elders. And that suits me fine.
Oh, yes, I finally got the old heater replaced--the one that was putting out carbon monoxide as well as heat. It sure is a pretty one. But...the old one was turned on manually, and the new one is controlled with a thermostat. So the heater man had to carve a groove up and over the door frame, across the wall, and over another door frame, and down the wall to accomodate the wire from the heater to the thermostat.
Not only that, but there's a blank space between the top of the heater and the wall. So now, the handyman has to come in and cover the wire, and make some kind of a frame to cover the space where the new heater doesn't quite fill the space available. Maybe I'll get a whole new paint job.
Oh, dear! more problems. The apartment could use a paint job. I've been here more than five years, and some of the paint really is beginning to look kind of shabby. But, I have bookcases full of books along just about every wall. And pictures on the walls not covered by bookcases. I don't even want to think about moving all that stuff just for a paint job. Maybe I'll ask that paint be applied only to that corner of the apartment that contains the new heater and new wiring. That corner will have to be painted when the wiring and gap are covered over. I think I'll be satisfied with just that.
I think I've babbled on long enough now.
Happy Holidays.