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I am too mad to do anything
Jun. 18th, 2024 08:46 pmI came home and my apartment was 105 degrees. The wiring in the place is too old for me to trust a/c going while I am not home and changing it out would have cost me 20K. Two lay offs and my Mother's passing have prevented me from saving that. My chocolate covered pretzels were just a blob.
I hate cooking dinner when it is 100. degrees in the house. We can't go out to eat because of his restrictions. He had cereal for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch so needed something ore than carbs. He would not set up the a/c while I was making dinner. He liked it, but without salt it was another gross meal...I had just a little piece of chicken and the rest of my dinner was pretzels...not the goopy chocolate ones.
Tried to go out in the yard for peace. The lawn mower guys had been there. They once again whacked down my flowers that were in bloom...the annuals I just bought on Sunday, but did not weed whack the tall weeds by the deck... no weeds were whacked just flowers.
Then I see ivy torn from the neighbors garage and dumped on the patio by the spa. Then I see crushed water bottles and papers... and wood chips on the covered spa. Then I see my fencing that blocks the spa from the street had been removed and not put back properly. The neighbors are repairing their garage... fine. I would never deny them access. Fine. I would have liked a knock on the door or a note. AND NOT THE CONTRACTOR'S SHIT ALL OVER MY GARDEN AND POOL/SPA AREA. I threw everything over the fence and tied up the fencing that they didn't put back.
Tomorrow is a holiday. My only plans were to spend it in the yard and the spa. I don't want contractors 3 feet away from me tomorrow. Unless it is my cousin the contractor...he has seen my boobs in a bathing suit all his life and mine... I am refusing to let them in the yard..even if I have to hose down the garage wall so they can't paint it.
Oh and as soon as I finished sweating my balls off at the stove (to coin a phrase often used by my Mother and Aunt Winnie) Dad decides to get the a/c up...
Dad could care less that I am upset, that it was too hot to cook, that I HATE all the meals I have to cook because he spent 5 years eating so much clam chowder and cheese burgers that he f'd up his heart...
I can't even have my garden to myself...
That and more money issues are here. One of Dad's meds went up to a $400 copay for 90days along with the Quinadine that is $700 copay for 90 days... and my city's Mayor made the news because he proposed a pay raise for himself for 79% so he would make more than almost any Mayor in the country...and the city council put their lips on his ass and voted it in along with a 50% pay hike for themselves. My taxes went up 2 grand this year. Next year this may hike them another 2 grand. I now will have to sell
the house as soon as Dad dies or stops working. I cannot retire here like I wanted. And I don't want to share an apartment with him.
and I can't even go to the house beach during the heatwave as the bacteria count is too high to go in the water.
I am so mad right now.
I hate cooking dinner when it is 100. degrees in the house. We can't go out to eat because of his restrictions. He had cereal for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch so needed something ore than carbs. He would not set up the a/c while I was making dinner. He liked it, but without salt it was another gross meal...I had just a little piece of chicken and the rest of my dinner was pretzels...not the goopy chocolate ones.
Tried to go out in the yard for peace. The lawn mower guys had been there. They once again whacked down my flowers that were in bloom...the annuals I just bought on Sunday, but did not weed whack the tall weeds by the deck... no weeds were whacked just flowers.
Then I see ivy torn from the neighbors garage and dumped on the patio by the spa. Then I see crushed water bottles and papers... and wood chips on the covered spa. Then I see my fencing that blocks the spa from the street had been removed and not put back properly. The neighbors are repairing their garage... fine. I would never deny them access. Fine. I would have liked a knock on the door or a note. AND NOT THE CONTRACTOR'S SHIT ALL OVER MY GARDEN AND POOL/SPA AREA. I threw everything over the fence and tied up the fencing that they didn't put back.
Tomorrow is a holiday. My only plans were to spend it in the yard and the spa. I don't want contractors 3 feet away from me tomorrow. Unless it is my cousin the contractor...he has seen my boobs in a bathing suit all his life and mine... I am refusing to let them in the yard..even if I have to hose down the garage wall so they can't paint it.
Oh and as soon as I finished sweating my balls off at the stove (to coin a phrase often used by my Mother and Aunt Winnie) Dad decides to get the a/c up...
Dad could care less that I am upset, that it was too hot to cook, that I HATE all the meals I have to cook because he spent 5 years eating so much clam chowder and cheese burgers that he f'd up his heart...
I can't even have my garden to myself...
That and more money issues are here. One of Dad's meds went up to a $400 copay for 90days along with the Quinadine that is $700 copay for 90 days... and my city's Mayor made the news because he proposed a pay raise for himself for 79% so he would make more than almost any Mayor in the country...and the city council put their lips on his ass and voted it in along with a 50% pay hike for themselves. My taxes went up 2 grand this year. Next year this may hike them another 2 grand. I now will have to sell
the house as soon as Dad dies or stops working. I cannot retire here like I wanted. And I don't want to share an apartment with him.
and I can't even go to the house beach during the heatwave as the bacteria count is too high to go in the water.
I am so mad right now.
