Monday, April 21, 2008

A Little Whine

Here's the part where the normally positive, upbeat, phlegmatic Flea whines. Really. Turn away if you think you can't handle it. Because I don't have anything traumatic or earth shattering to whine about. I'm just cranky. And my feet hurt.

My plans for the day went awry. I got up this morning, intent on cleaning out my dryer vent. I have this cool new tool, a ten foot long coiled tube with a round brush head, made for pushing the lint through the vent. I don't think I ordered it here, but it's just like, with the cool lint trap brush included. I used that first and pulled clumps of lint out of the trap. Ew.

So the kids go to school, I get a shower, work the laundry and dishes, then head outside to start pushing the lint back up into the house, thinking I'll suck it out with the vacuum from inside. That, and the inside part is miserable. Our dryer is next to my bedroom, the vent runs under the floor and out the side of the house near the garage. It's awkward and clogs quickly, as well as being difficult to clean out. Hate it.

Once outside I discover the vent cover off. Great. How long has THAT been that way? I shove the brush in and get to about six feet before it stops. Cold. So I pull it all out and shove it in again. Stops. Won't budge an inch. How much do you want to bet there's something dead in my vent?

Come back into the house to get the Hunny, who has the day off. Who is yelling my name at the top of his lungs. Holding the phone. It's the school and they want me to substitute. I say yes, ask the Hunny to check the vent (he agreed to), then skedaddle, since the teacher had just left and someone was holding down the classroom till I arrived. Whew! Dodged the dead creature bullet!

Once at school I find that I'll only be there half a day, but that I'm needed at a different school for the afternoon, meaning I'm driving during my lunch break. Oh well. At the second school I'm puzzled by the classroom. It's a dual language kindergarten class, meaning everything on the walls is written in Spanish, and much of the class is taught in Spanish. Only about half of the children actually speak Spanish. Honestly, I didn't know what to make of it, not knowing it's intent. I just know that I'll never actually be the teacher sub in there, not speaking the language and all.

Time to go home. Yay! So I call the Hunny as I'm leaving the school and he tells me all about HIS day. Taking siding off of our house. When I left, his plan was to remove the trim around the windows and stuff the cracks with insulation then caulk (we were in the bathroom this morning and he says, "Look at the window where it meets the wall. Do you see sunlight?") He removed the trim around our bedroom window and found a very wet backer board behind the siding. Covered in black powdery mold up about six or seven inches. Ew. By the time I got home, quite a bit of trim and some siding were down. He's out there right now, having stuffed insulation and reinstalled trim, caulking. The side with the black mold? I sprayed it down with bleach water. Who knows what will happen next?

So a few minutes ago, just before calling everyone in for dinner, I ask, "Did you get to the dryer vent?" And I get the Look. You know the Look. The When On Earth Do You Think I Found Time For That Look. So now that I've eaten, I have the pleasure of heading back out to the vent to see what I can find. Woohoo. And THEN I'll soak my feet. Cuz my day pretty much sucked. I'm beat. I still don't have pictures of my wall for you. I haven't had time to look for the cows. And I just want to go to bed. But I'll do my best to get some photos up soon. Really.

Until I whine again ...

Flea

14 comments:

Laura ~Peach~ said...

poor flea... and I am sorry but i just dont understand why americans need to learn spanish or any other language unless they want to... when my ancesters came her from germany they did not insist that the people here learn german they learned ENGLISH... and sorry if anyone reading this gets offended but, people in america NEED to learn ENGLISH not us learn their language... it is just wrong and this country is suffering because of it. sigh.. sorry... things like that just bother me
Hope you feel better flea

Asthmagirl said...

You have had a tough day. I hope there's nothing dreadful in your dryer vent!

Put your feet up dear!

Melissa said...

It sounds like its time for some wine! I hope you have a better day tomorrow!

Colleen said...

I second Melissa's thought. In fact, I'm going to go have a glass JUST FOR YOU, cuz that's the kind of bloggy friend that I am! :)

And I hope that it's just an old nest in the vent (and not a dead critter).

Tammy said...

Go take a hot bath and relax! You earned it!

~ Straight Shooter ~ said...

You're on My List...you know the one. Prayer.

Lori said...

I acutally got my degree in Spanish and love it! If you ever need help, I am here for ya!
Maybe you'll find the cows up in the vent! They might have been spelunking. Hope tomorrow is a better day!

Lori said...

FLEA!!!!!
The cows are NOT in the vent! They are in NEW YORK!

Tanya Brown said...

Oh, dear. It was one of those days, was it?

Well, I'm sure it feels like it's raining manure on you, but I have to say, it sounds like you're doing good stuff. That wet backer board was an important discovery, the sort of thing that's best dealt with sooner rather than later. Finding stuff like that is always a shock, but the sooner you know the extent of the damage, the easier it is to make decisions about it instead of just worrying.

As for the dryer vent ... hmmm ... I guess since it runs under the floor, it would be too much hassle to simply replace the whole thing and avoid finding out what, if anything, chose it as a final resting place?

Mental P Mama said...

Good grief. I think you should just go to a spa today...

Suzie Eller said...

It's nice to see you again at BBR.

A comment to Laura Peach above. I hear your sentiments, but I travel all over the world and I'm always grateful to those who have been taught more than one language. I'm grateful for the signs that are in English and Porteguese, or English and German, etc. We need, as a nation, to teach our children many languages, as they do in Switzerland so that they can continue to thrive, and welcome others, in the global community in which we now live.

Just my two cents, Suzie

Flea said...

Laura, I understand your sentiment. I thought the same way for a long time. I've gone back and forth on it. I hate taking sides. But now that I know quite a few people from other countries, I think I agree with Suzie. Our country and our world have changed dramatically in the last 50 years and we Americans are struggling to keep up with the changes. I hate change more than I hate taking sides, and I suspect many other people do too. And I know that learning another language, short of complete immersion, is a no-go for me. But I wish I at least spoke Spanish.

I think what clinches it for me is the look in people's eyes when they can't understand me. People who are here - legally or illegally - and want to fit in, to belong, to be friends, who need a friend, but can't understand. If I could speak their language, we could relate, I could teach. I guess that's the teacher in me, too, wanting to relate to where they are in order to take them where they want to be. Sometimes where they need to be(speaking English) in order to get a job or house.

*sigh* The older I get, the less things look black and white; cut and dry. Is this really what getting old looks like?

imbeingheldhostage said...

I'm just impressed that you had the energy to blog! You are my idol!
Mold...hmm, I'd be packing about now.

Law Student Hot Mama said...

Sounds like a non-formica cow might be in the vent . . .