Ahhhhh patience. I do not have it most of the time. It’s a quality I’ve lacked since forever. Also the ability to calm down. Or remain calm. If someone knows the secret to finding and sustaining those two please let me know what magic spell you used.
Thanksgiving is usually a time when people gather around with their families – be it blood relations or close friends – and eat a lot of food. Possibly giving thanks to stuff.
But that’s not how Matt and I rocked Thanksgiving this year. In fact I never know what to expect when it comes to the turkey holiday. Or where I’ll even be. Every year is different. Possibly because where I originally come from we don’t celebrate this holiday. Plus my immediate family is across the pond and a sea. So there you have it.
This year, though, we had quite a bit in store. Matt had scheduled his knee surgery two days before Thanksgiving which meant we were going absolutely nowhere. And to be honest? That was fine by me. This was the first time I had a few days off since I went to Lebanon in the summer. I was (still am) exhausted and figured sticking around our home would be best.
But that’s of course not always the case.
We woke up earlier than anyone should be up for Matt’s surgery last week on Tuesday and headed over to the surgery center. Thankfully it was an out-patient surgery so we headed on back home – crutches and a drowsy Matt in tow – a few hours later.
The next day I attempted to cook a Thanksgiving meal for two. While the turkey turned out fine and the side dishes were a-ok, I’ll never do that again for just two people. Cornish hens it is if we stick around here again next year.
The following day we stuck around the house as I took care of Matt and did little things here and there. One of them was to check in on the hot water heater – it’s something I do from time to time because really? You just never know.
It’s a good thing I did. That sucker had been leaking for A WHILE. From the bottom and the top. I’m just lucky it didn’t overflow and head straight down to our neighbors.
I called our home warranty (YAY ME FOR RENEWING IT) and politely informed them of the emergency. A few hours later, I had a plumber on the phone and he said he would try to come over that evening to see what needed to be done. And so he did. Turns out we needed a new water heater. YAY EMERGENCIES.
I think the hot water heater stars aligned in the sky that night because come next day our home warranty service informed me they would cover most of the costs (we would have had to pay well over $1000 to replace that sucker) and that the plumber would head over that afternoon.
Sure enough he came over with a brand spankin new hot water heater and within about an hour to an hour and a half, he removed the old leaky one and put in the new one. He mentioned that something must have been faulty with it because it should not have broken down like that. Even though it was nine years old, they should last between 10-15 years. But hey! We got a new water heater!
I’ll refrain from mentioning what happened to the upstairs toilet the next day, but suffice it to say I did fix it myself.
It’s been real Thanksgiving weekend, but I could really use an ACTUAL vacation now please and thank you.
Oh and Matt is doing fine by the way. Knee hurts and feels sore, but that’s to be expected when someone drills two holes into it.
At least we had blue skies towards the end of the weekend. And a new water heater. Did I mention that already?