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What did you think I was going to say with that title? Get your mind out of the gutter! That sort of thing is Lil DeVille's territory, not Ornery Owl's. If you'd like to get your mind in the gutter, head over to Lil DeVille's Amazon author page.
A wise soul once noted that people are overwhelmed or underwhelmed. Nobody is ever just the right amount of whelmed. Why is that?
Anyway...
When I began writing this post, I had in mind to share some sort of philosophical treasure with the world. Instead, I will perform one of my idiotic ADHD tricks, which is what often happens when I attempt to write an admission of vulnerability or advice post. Oh, look, a
VORPAL RABBIT!
You thought I was going to say squirrel, didn't you? Silly you!
Yeah, I already lost interest and/or thought twice about admitting vulnerability.
It isn't that I don't think people can tell I'm a hot mess—that's pretty obvious, at least if you ever set eyes on me or read anything I've written. My reluctance to share my vulnerabilities stems from the many times I have been victimized for such decisions.
In any case, I'm feeling overwhelmed. We have a new (as of last September) refrigerator that isn't working and a 25-ish-year-old dryer that went kaput. I'm not as upset about the dryer. It functioned well over the years, with a technician being called in only once to repair the door. Since it's warm weather, I can hang clothes over the banister, and they'll dry. Before the weather turns cold, we will purchase a new dryer.
I currently cannot prepare foods such as yogurt or dishes with significant leftovers. I like to make large portions of chicken or roast and use them in recipes over the course of a few days. We've had to cram the essentials into a mini-fridge because, like I said, our new refrigerator already went belly up. Before I continue, heed my words.
Never, and I mean do not ever, buy an appliance from Hisense or Mora. They are the same company. They make subpar equipment. Their support line is abysmal. The actual people I've spoken to are fine, but their system sucks. There is no way to bypass the automated support robot at the beginning of the call. This means you're sitting there for at least five minutes with that stupid thing.
Then, who knows how long it will take them to get the part and have the technician out here? I have to have my phone at my side like a lovesick teenager, hoping my crush will call. At almost 60 years old, I need that shit like I need catastrophic organ failure. I just want the damn appliances I purchase to fucking WORK for more than a few months. Of all the one-star experiences I've had, this one is the one-starriest.
I can't forget about you, Colorado Department of Revenue.
My tax refund check was cut in mid-May. I anticipated its arrival at the end of May. However, it may not arrive until the middle of June. Now I have to haunt the post office like a lonely kid waiting for a letter from a pen pal who may have stopped writing. Yes, I'm dating myself. I always date myself because nobody else will go out with me! Ha!
Let's not leave you out of the mix, AmeriGas. There is one drawback to living in a rural area: propane is a suckass, expensive fuel. We have weatherization people coming in next week. I hope they can help us insulate this building so that we can lower the thermostat in the coming winter.
Grocery prices are ridiculously high, and I get $1600 per month from Uncle Sam. If I don't do some kind of work, Medicaid will only pay for my Medicare B premiums but no medical services. I've opted to perform my own podiatry because, without Medicaid, it costs me $50 a pop to see a podiatrist. If I had to return to the ear doctor, I'd have to pay out of pocket.
Not sorry, but fuck everyone who doesn't think we need a universal healthcare system in the US. Yes, I know countries with universal healthcare systems have problems too. That doesn't mean the US doesn't need a universal healthcare system.
I had a horrible night last night. I kept waking up screaming, "NO!" I can't even remember what I was dreaming about, but evidently, I'd had enough of whatever it was.
It was probably a non-functioning refrigerator, a busted dryer, or a tax refund check standing in the distance, mocking me like some asshole leprechaun thumbing his nose while gesturing to his pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
Ornery Owl Has Howled Into the Void
So I'm gonna let Bartok take this one.
