Wow. I know I haven't been here in a while. I wish I could say that my OCD over posting my three installments in order, without a random blog in between that would 'interrupt the flow' was my sole reason for this blog-hiatus (or a 'bl-iatus') but I'd be lying through my fingers.
I just haven't been feeling it. This summer has been a rough one - and I've only shared with a select few, the details that have kept me somewhat absent from my blog. While I've remained a constant presence here on the site, I HAVE been distracted and my work here has helped provide alternative focuses when they were needed. Those details will not be shared here, as they are still very personal and raise some hurt feelings that I've not entirely been able to bury, yet. I am chalking this up to being yet another hurdle that has been thrown into my path, and we know all too well that sometimes due process takes longer than we'd like. Patience is key - in healing from hurts both old and new. I know and understand this, and safe to say, my patience has been put to the challenge during the last couple of months.
I did post three very 'heavy' installments to my story recently. Thank you to those of you who have read and commented on those installments. I've been at somewhat of a loss for words when it comes to returning responses on some of it, but that, along with many other things, ARE on my to-do list. On one hand, I can't believe that I actually wrote out some of the things I did - and on the other, I'm emotionally drained and I think that for a while, simply reading the kind, supportive comments posted by others, has been hugely helpful. In some ways, I'm still processing a lot of things, (particularly from installment three) and there is indeed a cacophony of words swirling around but the right ones aren't coming to me, yet - whether I need them to add to the installment, or to respond to others, or to make sense of them, myself. My uncle's passing hasn't really brought up any new feelings, thoughts, concerns, etc - and honestly, I did fully expect it to. Other stressors, I think, are defnitely contributing to this block (can't think of a better word), but for now, this is okay with me. I think that again, my patience with myself is going to be put to the test as I continuously remind myself that there is a time and place for things to be dealt or coped with. Sometimes, it's simply not up to me when these things happen.
I am better, now, though, than I was before. Things have improved and I've re-familiarized myself with a level of optimism that I didn't have two months ago. So, that's something. I'm hopeful that things will continue to improve as now I've restarted therapy after a decade and am working on me, in hopes of coming out of it all with a significantly healthier outlook. I've not yet delved too far into my trauma history, but I'm pretty sure that's going to eventually become a focus as we proceed with weekly appointments.
So, let's move along, now. While I cannot promise that I won't become scarce again, I'd still like to make an effort to catch you all up on a couple things that have been going on in recent weeks.
I started school this past Monday! Right out of the gate, two professors emailed to let me know that they were delayed with family issues, one would not be there until Friday and the other won't be showing up until 9/9, but we should still attend because there would be a substitute there to teach in interim. The first professor, as promised, has returned and we're underway. My Diversity class, though, although the substitute is a very well-educated man, has been VERY hard to follow on account of his accent - it's Indian, I want to say, and I find myself often 'drifting.' Thankfully the discussions are power-point supplemented so I'm able to just take notes and not worry too much about missed verbal content. I really like the two introduction to Social Work classes I'm taking - one in particular taught by a practicing social worker who has an office and sees clients when she's not teaching classes! The other professor has almost every letter of the alphabet after HIS name....BSW, MSW, LCS, Ph.D among others that I'm sure means he's highly qualified to teach a bunch of entry-level social work majors. He was the giver of my first assignment, due in two days - a response paper detailing why I chose the social work field and what strengths I bring to the chosen area of practice. Had to describe two practices that I'd be interested in focusing in and I debated on whether to explain that my reasons were somewhat personal but figured this would validate the 'strengths' question. There was a third question that needed answering and it had to do with the basic guidelines of social work - code of ethics, etc. Why are they in place? I know, it seems to go without saying but I'm pleased to say that little by little, I'm learning more about the processes involved and I'm absolutely fascinated. I turned in that assignment a couple of nights ago in hopes of my first 'A,' but know that as I've been out of the 'school loop' for 20 years, I'm likely to be rusty in a few areas.
I must also add that It's pretty neat seeing the Son on a daily basis. We'll likely drive in together a couple days per week - he has classes within the same department (the Criminal Justice and Social Work programs/buildings are within close proximity) so I will see my firstborn during hallway passings. The Daughter started 8th grade on Monday, too, and so far, so good. I'm sure that as the school year unravels, we'll be hearing about excitement and possibly drama on all three fronts. For now, though, I'm grateful for a successful first week. 11 more to go until winter break!
So, in the interests of maintaining a successful balance with today's blog, I have a question for you all.
WHY does shit happen on the weekends???? I mean, I know shit happens. Life has a way of showing us this, ALL the time. But seriously, it's WAY easier when shit decides to happen during the week. Preferably Monday through Thursday. Because, then, if the shit that happens is urgent shit, we can at least have Friday to make any and all necessary calls to try and rectify said shit.
Still with me?
So, Friday NIGHT - the daughter comes into my computer room and announces that we've got no running water. She was trying to refill her water bottle and 'nothing was coming out.'
Let it be known that we have well water and it's via pump that it comes into the house. Pump runs on electric. If there's a power outage, we're also not going to have running water until either we're hooked up to a generator or the power is restored. When we moved into our house 2 years ago, the pump quit within a month of us living there. Woke up one morning and none of the faucets were willing to produce any water. It was a $2000 fix; guys come and install a new pump. Underground pumps are SUPPOSED to last for 8-10 years and it's only been 2. Our last major power outage was in March of 2018, so that had been the last time, also, without running water.
So, I went to bed on Friday night thinking, maybe it's not the pump, maybe it's an electrical issue, maybe it's a short, maybe it's something to do with the pressure tank, maybe it's this, maybe it's that, maybe it's something simple, and I'm losing precious sleep for no good reason...
It's the fucking pump, isn't it? That's what my brain kept going back to. But it made no sense to wake my sleeping wife to alert her to the problem - who were we going to call at 2am? (Yes, as it wasn't a school night, I decided that staying awake past 1:30am was going to be an accepted challenge...happy to announce that slowly but surely, sleep is becoming harder to avoid on nights before having to get up for morning class!)
But I slept like the shit mentioned above on Friday night, because my brain, very used to dealing with shit on a regular basis, was not allowing for sleep to take over. Instead of just resigning to the fact that there was nothing that could be done about this shit at least until the morning, I was now laying there in worry over how I was gonna catch up on the dishes and laundry that had accumulated during this first week of school...
Trying to self-declare that it was ANY other issue than the pump, J and I spent a good portion of yesterday trying to get ahold of the gentlemen (or at least, the company) who installed the well pump in 2017. Let us now refer back to the statement of shit only seeming to happen on weekends, and now point out that it's not only a weekend - it's a HOLIDAY weekend, so any shit that decides to happen on Labor Day weekend, you can be SURE is going to be extra nasty to try and deal with.
First, we were told that their technician was already out taking care of another emergency call - he'd call us back when he was finished. Three hours later, the same technician calls and says he's not actually 'the plumber' and that he'd reach out to their plumber and we'd hear back from HIM. 'Momentarily,' he said. When 'momentarily' never came, we called back and were told that we'd likely have to wait until Tuesday to speak with someone in their plumbing department. They proceeded in telling us that the warranty on the pump they'd installed two years ago was likely expired. Meanwhile, no one was calling back, we had no running water and we're both getting annoyed because we STILL don't know what the problem is.
At this point, the shit was becoming BULLSHIT.
J called another company, and got a very nice man on the phone. Apparently new water pumps SHOULD come with a five-year warranty. So, now, we know the first company was probably jerking us around and didn't intend to come help us. They probably KNEW that this pump was SUPPOSED to be under warranty, and didn't wish to honor that warranty - or to send any of their guys out on a weekend. We didn't want to have to wait until Tuesday to even get the issue looked at, so we decided to have this other company come out (at a higher weekend rate), and at least diagnose the problem. If it was a simple fix, we wouldn't have to worry about warranties, about dealing with the first company.
But, alas - it IS the fucking pump.
The guy showed up and took a look at the breakers, at the water heater, the electrical wiring. All of our fears were confirmed when he shook his head and said, "Yep. It's the pump."
GREAT. (You may envision me swearing at this point because it's entirely accurate. I'll refrain from typing it all up, here.)
So we pay him the weekend rate (double, I'm thinking) for coming out and checking things out. He left saying that should we go with his company, the money we paid for the initial visit would be applied toward the total price of the job of replacing our pump. Incentive and motivation indeed. But now, this leaves us with another dilemma. Do we want to wait until Tuesday to get ahold of the proper person at the company who first installed our pump in 2017 and see if the warranty could be honored - especially after they already indicated that it was 'expired'? Or did we want to go with these new guys who would be willing to come install a new pump first thing the next morning, and apply the three hundred bucks and change we'd just paid, toward the new pump they'd have to put in?
Deciding that neither we, or our five cats, could stand being without water for the next three days, we decided to go with the first-thing-tomorrow-morning option and we're going to task the Oompa with dealing with the company who installed our first pump. They acted VERY unprofessionally when we needed their help and they're NOT going to be without responsibility. Even though the newer company referred to the death of THAT pump as simply being 'Mother Nature pressing the FU button,' and confirmed it was nothing we did nor was it caused by the workmanship of the previous company. Likely during one of our summer t-storms, there had been a power surge, and the pump had shorted. "It happens," he said, "but we do offer that five-year warranty!"
Oompa, despite her many faults that we've come to recognize, has many talents. Dealing with difficult people is indeed one of them. She's a woman who makes shit happen and gets shit done. So, dealing with 2017's water pump company is going to be a mission that J and I will GLADLY pass onto her.
Tomorrow morning arrived and has become tonight. The laundry that's been piling up on the bathroom floor has been relocated into the machine, that will remain unplugged until water flow is restored into the House of Capulet. I've already had to disappoint a certain orange feline of majestic size several times this morning in letting him know that his daily indulgence of drinking from the kitchen tap was unavailable. He's been giving me those sad amber-colored eyes ALL day - translation: "HUMAN. I want my water. WHY are you not turning on the tap!?" I apparently do not speak 'cat,' so I've given him extra doses of kisses and for now, he's been catching up on his sleep. Being pure royalty is such hard work, after all! He's been satisfied, though, with the pouring of a bottle of spring water into the bowl he shares with his sibling cats.
The guys have been here since 11am and two trips 'back to the office because they forgot something' have been made. It is now nearly six in the evening and we've STILL not showered. There is enough grease in my hair to fry up a batch of chicken cutlets. I feel absolutely disgusting. MY HOUSE feels filthy! As there are only a couple hours remaining of daylight, I'm hoping the job will be completed soon enough and that the shower we both desperately need is on the horizon!
Anyway - will be back later next week with another update. I have missed utilizing this space to talk about everything and nothing - and sharing with you all those things that aren't posted about in the forums. And I know that lately, I COULD have opted to put these things into a coherent blog entry, but - timing is everything! Perhaps as more clarity is gained, I will slowly be able to speak on some of the other things. Much in my life is beginning to change, and while some people 'pwn' these changes - I seem to take a longer time than necessary to adapt.
I've still missed everyone and I'm here to stay. Even if my water pump isn't. (And hopefully this new one will last longer!). I'm also hopeful that you've all had a good summer!
Sending you all love and light! (and let there be water!)