Saturday, December 13, 2014

A crappy day in Germany...

I have had one hell of a crappy day.  What really sucks about my crappy day is that I was looking forward to the weekend, hoping to have some fun.  My husband, Bill, has been gone to Chad all week and I've been by myself, hanging out in our rented home with my two sweet but occasionally irritating hounds.  I really need to get a life and make some friends.

Last week, I was sick with a cold and I've been dealing with what I think is a very weird gum abscess.  It doesn't hurt, but it's worrisome and annoying and has caused a little swelling and bleeding.  I need to have it looked at, but we don't have dental insurance yet... it doesn't kick in until January 1.  Add in the fact that I am very neurotic when it comes to my teeth.  I have two baby teeth that may be about to give up the ghost.  I expected them to-- they are 42 years old and have served me pretty well.  They seem to be rooted well, too.  But the idea of possibly needing an extraction or two and the expense, trauma, and pain associated with that does nothing for my mood.  And once those teeth come out, it's time for implants.  What fun.

I got a visit from Aunt Flow a couple of days ago, which is always fun.  It's even more fun when your plumbing is on the fritz.  This morning, I went downstairs to do my laundry and there was a bunch of standing grey water in my new washing machine.  I immediately assumed something was wrong with the machine.  My husband bailed the water out, then went to take a shower.  While he was showering, the drum in the washing machine filled with more water.  That tells me there's a blockage of some sort in the house.

So we called the homeowners and they came over to help us.  There's water all over the floor.  My dogs are going crazy.  I'm feeling neurotic about my teeth and I'm on the rag.  We finally got the washing machine going to the point at which we got the laundry done, but it wasn't without a big mess and inconvenience.  The homeowners will call a plumber on Monday because there's a leak in the pipe and the drain probably needs snaking.

I'm still feeling very cranky and grouchy...  the mail carrier comes by.  She looks a lot like my mom.  She has a package for me, a star I bought for our big Christmas tree because the one I have on it is a 110 lighted one from Target.  I've been waiting awhile for this thing to arrive.  It didn't cost much.  Looking at the address on the envelope, I see why it's taken so long to get to me.  The star came all the way from Hong Kong.

I open the package and this is what I see...



This thing is even more disappointing in person than it is in the photo.

It's made of cheap plastic and there's no way to stick it on the tree.  It's sloppily and incompletely covered with glitter.  And it's just a sucky product.

I showed it to Bill and he said, "It's like the equivalent of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree."  He asked me if I wanted to put it on our other tree (we have two because the first time we were in Germany, I forgot to pack our tree and got another one that is small).   

I said "No, we can just put it somewhere and make fun of it."  That comment made him laugh.

So, in review, I've got residual snot from a cold to get rid of.  I'm on the rag.  The plumbing is messed up.  The washing machine may also be messed up, though we did at least get the thing going enough so we have some clean underwear.  I have dental problems and no insurance until January 1... and I'm not in enough discomfort to go to the dentist and pay entirely out of pocket.  At the very least, I suspect I need some antibiotics and knowing that, I keep checking my teeth and gums for signs that I need to get to a doctor urgently.  That has made the side of my face sore because I have to contort my lips in order to see and I've done it enough times to cause muscle fatigue.  I wanted to have some fun this weekend, but it looks like that's not in the cards.  I can't take a shower because of the plumbing.  And I've been listening to my dogs bark all day. 

Stuff is just piling up.  I know these are minor first world problems, but they are still very irritating and have spoiled my mood. 

Last night, we visited The Mad Scientist for dinner and ran up a respectable bill.  I had my usual stuff for dinner, but finished up with my very first taste of Metaxa, which is a Greek brandy.  It sort of tasted like brandy mixed with sherry.  It tasted good and no doubt made our Mad Scientist friend happy that I ordered it.  


Metaxa in the glass...


Metaxa in the colorful bottle...

I need to have some fun soon.  At least I'm not in any pain, though.  On a positive note, Bill did bring home some macaroons from Paris.


These are yummy!

2 comments:

  1. I know I am commenting a lot, but it would seem you and I have had oddly some very similar experiences. We lived in Germany for about two years, in the north, in Der Nähe von Bremen. There was a Greek restaurant literally a one minute walk from our flat. At the time I could only speak "tourist" German. We frequented the place often. To be honest, listening to German in a very thick Greek accent was blowing my mind! But not as much as the habit of being served ouzo and my daughter ( 6 years old at the time) got Kinder Schnapps (Fanta). At first, really it was day one of our time there, we were, at the very least confused. Well, I was, the kid was just fine. I am in my pitiful Denglish trying to explain I was afraid I had not ordered these drinks. You get the picture! Over the course of our stay we frequented the place more than once every week. Needless to say, we did however manage to get up to speed and eventually the owner would bring me those little glasses, same as your picture, of Metaxas brandy. I am not , despite all my efforts, a big drinker. Think Two Beer Burt on a Three Beer night! After several glasses of the brandy, gratis, mind you, so as to not cause offence, was rather obligated to give it my best shot (pun INtented). I was surreptitiously pouring mine into the potted plants! I killed a lot of potted plants! I would love to hear more of your battle tales; and would delight to share some of mine as well. I trust you have more than a few gems! My daughter went to Grundschule there and that was a real eye opener! ATH

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    1. I appreciate the comments. I love Germany! And I am a big drinker... it's the Scot in me.

      I've had better brandy, though.

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