Living in the First World

The other evening after relaying a humorous anecdote about our lack of a second commode, it stuck me how sniveling it would sound to many in the world to hear me complaining about not having two of something, and by the way, my many includes a lot of folks right here in first world U. S. of A.

And now, in my awkward rabbit hole fashion, I am wondering, is there a second world out there? I mean I always hear about the third world and the first world, but what would define the second world. Golly gee, when I finish here I am going to have to google.

So anyway, we moved back into our current residence a little over a year ago, where nothing much had been worked on or upgraded since 1954. Also added to the mix of this neglect are Asbestos flooring and lead paint, so even if I could afford to hire contractors, they do not want to touch this nightmare until we have removed the above said items.

And where am I going with all this you ask, well this a ramble so I won’t know until I get there, and all I can really know at this moment is that next I am going to stumble around a bit with the providential nature of God, because from my current vantage point I can look back on a time which seemed to be a burden when in hindsight it was a time that prepared us for today. The time to which I am referring are the 6 years that the family spent in a 1910 death trap with a negligent absentee landlord. Hence, we were free to experiment grandly and in the process learned home repair without interference. It was a lovely time period of our journey towards home, and I am only free to say this because it is there and we are not.

Still, we never have tried dry walling. Wait I need to stop right here and fess up to acting the queen, for the we I keep referring to did not include me, I am using it in the royal sense. I observed and supplied funds, but never actually got to put hands on tools to my regret; I was needed elsewhere. So to continue, when we moved into this current treasure trove of do it yourself projects, the first thing that needed upgrading, after the internet network of course, was the houses electrical box and wiring. However in the process walls were damaged. Be patient I am getting to it even if it is true that I have lost track of what it is. Hum?

I forgot to mention that we had also taken a sledge to one of the bathroom sinks (subterranean termites had there way with it) and shower (installed too low, sewage seeped 😧) And removed electrical heaters from the walls so that we could snag their dedicated breakers for something else until we could replace the recalled barely functioning electrical box. Because you see, the entire house was almost being run off of one breaker. I suppose in 1946 they were not concerned with having. your microwave, toaster, teapot, coffee maker, mixer, refrigerator, washing machine, and stove all on one breaker. Oh, along with my sons three monitor power sucking mega computer 😳

Gosh golly I am truly rambling tonight. I started with commodes and I am somehow on to power sucking. I suppose it would be a good time to mention that a good power sucking commode is worth every precious penny you pay for it. Because as I look back replacing the over the hill aged toilet was the first thing we did, after the internet cabling of course, we know what’s what around here. It is hard to believe how many years I cleaned up after that ancient overflowing monstrosity when it was so easy to replace. My advice to any man out there being penny wise and pound foolish because toilet cleaning does not fall into your realm of responsibility, man up, buy your wife a good functioning toilet.

Okay yikes! I give up what does overflowing toilet water have to do with the first world, think think think, nothing, absolutely nothing. I concede.

Blessings Belinda ❤️

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