The latest drama (I’d like to be laughing, but I’m not)

Time for a post. Want to keep up the momentum. Maybe that is good—that I even care, because really I feel like shit.

I moved into the cottage. It was a total fiasco from day one, but seems to have sorted itself out now. I even slept for the first time in a week last night.

The day I moved in my husband first noticed that there was no hot water. The water heater was on and we changed the fuses. Nothing. Then four light fixtures were broken. No light outside at all and though I’m in city limits there are no immediate neighbors or street lights—couldn’t see a thing at night without a front porch light. Bathroom light broken too and one of the kitchen lights. Smoke detector out of order as well.

A very nice workman came the next day and fixed the water heater. The fixtures were beyond immediate repair.

Later that day I wanted to cook my first meal and as I was opening the packaging of a vegetable steamer (I left my nice fancy one at home) I punctured myself badly in the knuckle with the little leg on the steamer. Blood started squirting everywhere—EVERYWHERE—it was as if there is a major artery in my knuckle. I ran to the sink and shoved my hand under running water. The sink quickly filled up, the water red with blood. The next thing I knew the red water was at my feet—the pipes were broken.

I ripped open a package of napkins and wrapped a handful of them around my finger, the blood saturating through immediately once again dripping onto the floor as I grabbed my cell phone and called my landlords. “I have nothing to clean this up with. No extra towels, nothing. Please come and clean it up now and send a plumber.” I left a message. Heard back from them late that night—someone would be there the next day.

The next day I woke up to a warm refrigerator. I could not eat any of the food in it because I did not know how long the refrigerator had been broken. I called the landlord, mildly hysterical at this point and said if absolutely everything was not fixed by days end and I didn’t have a new refrigerator I was leaving and that I had canceled the check. They responded as I asked, but not until after the young woman who owns the house chastised me for “berating” her. All I said was that the house was obviously not ready to be moved into—I did not intend to berate—but I was very upset.

I later apologized to her for the sake of keeping the peace and because I realized had I been in a different head space I may have indeed handled it differently. I don’t want to leave—all this moving around and then all the upheaval has been too much. All is fixed now. They got right on it. Can’t complain about that. All I need now is a light over the stove. I can’t see a damn thing when I’m cooking at night.

Then today…my deadbolt locks automatically upon shutting the door. I locked myself out with no keys. My landlord was out of town. I was stuck in the freezing cold, missing my therapy appointment that I felt I desperately needed waiting for a locksmith. Locksmith arrives, opens my door in less time than I can do it with a key—a bit disturbing.

End of drama. I hope.

Can I return to normalcy tomorrow?

About Monica Cassani

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10 Responses

  1. ama

    i realize this wasn’t laughing matter to you at the time, like, at all, and that it isn’t laughing matter to you now, but it sure reads as comical here. sorry, gianna. it’s written like a short story. anway: wow. could anything else go wrong? i don’t even want to think.

    and why shouldn’t you be berating your landlords when NOTHING works? man. couldn’t they have tried the place before letting it to you?

    (how’s your knuckle? did you make the appointment with your therapist? is the cottage close enough to town that you feel you live among people?)

    take heart. things have to be going better, cuz sure as hell they cannot go worse!

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  2. undiagnosed

    Hang in there! Doesn’t sound like you were *at all* out of line with the landlord. Maybe it will be funny in a year or so, or at least will make a good story…

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  3. I could tell about the day my septic tank flooded my shower…..life just sucks sometimes! with these types of things, they make it harder when we are seeking refuge and solace!

    I hope it all gets repaired and you stop steaming vegetables, that appears to be a hazard. j/k LOL

    Hang in there

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  4. Val

    Location, location, location!
    [hope it’s worth it — geez, it does read like a tragicomedy!]
    Stay away from that evil vegetable steamer…

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  5. Take your blog –
    Print down the bests posts

    and, write a book while you’re in this ‘cottage’

    Get a book deal….
    and head to the Taj Majal –

    Don’t forget to send a postcard from India to your friend in Dallas –

    Duane

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  6. ama

    oh, gianna, i’m really happy that i was okay to laugh. i confess i did. out loud. it was incredibly funny. but i didn’t want to be unsympathetic. the title is very funny, too. maybe more funny because you explicitly say you are not laughing. it’s crazy how humor works — maybe just my humor?

    i’m so glad you’re near town. that’s where you need to be. and near a lake, too! lovely. 5 min drive and boom, you’re in the middle of things. so wonderful. i can’t wait to come visit! do you know of a treatment of flying phobia? 🙂

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