Do refrigerators and furnaces only breakdown on weekends when you can't get a repairman - or does it just seem that way? This summer the frig that came with the house died suddenly, something I didn't notice until all the food got warm and had to be tossed. Then this morning my furnace quit heating, something I noticed right away as I shivered getting ready for Bible class. I'm hoping this will be an easy fix but I had no luck calling someone today. I guess Sunday afternoon in the country they just turned their phones off. So tonight, I'm back to shivering.
But today was actually a good day. The sun was shining on a gorgeous fall day and I figured out how to light the gas wall heaters that I had never touched before, no mean feat considering that the gas was turned off on the first one I struggled with but finally conquered. The confidence boost led me to break out the hammer and nails for some other moving-in chores I needed done.
Cole asked me a few days ago if I had gotten used to living alone. I'm really not sure what I told him because I'm really not sure if I have. But I got a few things accomplished today that were totally out of my usual realm, so that was a step in the right direction.