Saturday, May 11, 2013

A fool's errand.

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No, nothing extra special, just a note to self about life at this moment in time.

I have been wanting to get to things.  It's been in my mind, and I can keep the goals loaded.  Sometimes I can even get to a very few things.  The girls get fed and their litter pan tended.  I have been taking medicine like clockwork, even started taking my stats daily again.  I get fed once in a while, other than what comes in.  Beyond that?  It's been a pipedream of want.  I've been, privately, being rather harsh on myself.  I've been trying to push something through.  But there is nothing to push.  Not yet, not now.  At least I am well and truly conscious.  I can see, think, and react to things if only weakly, slowly, in a limited number of areas.

So, though, now I have no hot water.  I have to do something.  But what.  In a bit I will grab some tools and go down to check on the thing.  Perhaps there is a fuse, or board, or something, that can more easily be replaced.  Possibly just on my own.  This is where problems can bottle-neck.  I hold off, thinking I can figure it out and do it, but end up neither able to figure it out, or even get that far, and the project languishes.  A cold shower or two might... add impetus.  The thought of my mother's reaction to a cold shower certainly will.  Death comes in many forms, but in some female forms it actually frightens Doom.  Worse, it might not be fatal!  It wouldn't be a simple, quiet, passive passing if it happened to be final.  That's all I'm saying.  On the good side, a replacement water heater, in this case, should be a simple project.  I am betting this size of water heater is very standard.  Then again...

The other thing is the cave is rather messy.  I hate having people in when it is like this.  If too, this is just how it is.  I can't really keep up on the home.  It just isn't my area on top of being gimped up so hard so often.  I'll figure it out, eventually.

Well, just bemoaning my dead luck of late.  It sure feels like a fools errand.  Perhaps, though, what better errand for a fool?  Bleh.

Later.

Update:  A quick check leads to clarity.  After opening the lower panel, and having a bit of water come out, then digging in a bit, I see that the water heater is not reparable.  That makes the question of whether to tinker or not off the table at least.  Now, to price a replacement.

4 comments:

  1. busted water heater, ugh .. tough luck there. i don't mind the occasional cold shower when the need necessitates. but on a daily basis that would get rather old.
    i popped on over to see if you might have posted something for your haikus over at corey jo's. i especially loved the little haiku ode to your wee seedling children.
    i noticed your post about google analytics. seems to be a confusing site. i should be showing up at times since i'm in the habit on clicking on various peoples blogs throughout the day. i don't always comment right away, but i usually get around to it eventually.

    glad you are over that tiny bit of the hair of the dog.
    be well, nephilimish hellboy with the self destructive streak..

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  2. foam,

    Oh, but it's actually two water heaters I currently have out of commission. My en suite bathroom and my main now. But... with a new bit of data, I might be able to fix both, save the cost of the units taking a bit of time.

    I didn't know women needed cold showers? Then again, in spite of it all, I can be quite oblivious. Or perhaps cold showers are for other purposes? They never worked in that way for me though. Either way... to cool misplaced affections or to warm me to brace for winter's cold.

    Oh, and never worry. I'm not half so self-destructive as I may seem. The women I seem to favor aren't destructive, not to me. They do crush some men, even become... dangerous. With me they can be as they are without nary a hiccup. I even encourage it if it is natural to them. I've had relations with normal women too, though. Just haven't 'got caught', found the right one, or such is all. If it is about the bottle, well, you might have a point. But it is rare, and actually works out to be a curative in it's own rights sometimes. That's not a third of what I used to drink, long ago, when I was first coming to grips with being crippled. I have a very solid system.

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  3. Oh, haha .. I should ave written when the situation necessitates.. :-). You know .. When the power is out, while camping and washing in cold streams, etc. actually, that always feels refreshing.

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  4. Oh, oh, I see. *blush* I guess I just ask it as I see it. Still, I get two laughs out of it in one day, and my weekly blush.

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