Slowly Re-Acclimating Myself to Household Appliance Use
This week, for the first time in three months, I washed my laundry in an electrically powered machine instead of a bucket. A glitchy machine that only runs on the Rinse cycle, but nonetheless the skin on my knuckles is rejoicing.
The Wonder Wash was great while it lasted, but its lifespan is apparently only a few years when it's used constantly. I was bummed that TLA stopped carrying original-model replacement handles after they changed their design last year, but then last month the body of my washer, not the handle, was what bit the dust. The plastic holding in one of the metal axles finally eroded away enough that the axle's fallen out, so there's no way to attach that side to the stand anymore.
RIP Wonder Wash.
For the times other people are using the washing machine, though, I think I still need to invest in a bigger bucket. And a plunger handle or something to agitate with other than my hands, because, dang, do those waterproof gloves chafe.
A wringer stand wouldn't go amiss if I could afford one, either. My wringer's still precariously mounted on the detached handle of the dolley I used for my moving boxes, and that's not a very stable setup. It was better while at the apartment, but then I had to detach the wringer to use the dolley. I don't know how I got it on solidly the first time.
In other news, the household idiot crushed the basket on my only mode of transportation other than my own two feet. So that makes three parts now on it that need fixing. I can't afford it right now, so I'm still hoofing it.
And, on that note, I just really need to rant right now about all the things that have fricking broken down so far this year that are still awaiting fixture or replacement due to lack of funds:
So, yeah, I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed. And that's not even touching on the household drama, or the flashbacks I'm getting from returning to live with a certain someone (I underestimated things in my dA journal about moving back; it's a lot worse than I let myself realise. I was trying to be optimistic, especially because in this house I had a history of being punished for pessimistic self-expression), the fact I don't handle stress well, or any of the other assorted crap I've had to deal with.
When I lived alone, I didn't feel lonely. Trapped by circumstance in a household of seven, I've rarely been lonelier. I just can't. live. with. other. people. Not these kinds of people, anyway. I'm seriously nearing the breaking point. I never wanted to be reliant on alcohol again, yet here I am practically crying with relief when I'm able to get my hands on a bottle of cheap wine.
If I write any more on the subject right now, it would just devolve into a string of swear words, so I'm logging off for the moment.
The Wonder Wash was great while it lasted, but its lifespan is apparently only a few years when it's used constantly. I was bummed that TLA stopped carrying original-model replacement handles after they changed their design last year, but then last month the body of my washer, not the handle, was what bit the dust. The plastic holding in one of the metal axles finally eroded away enough that the axle's fallen out, so there's no way to attach that side to the stand anymore.
RIP Wonder Wash.
For the times other people are using the washing machine, though, I think I still need to invest in a bigger bucket. And a plunger handle or something to agitate with other than my hands, because, dang, do those waterproof gloves chafe.
A wringer stand wouldn't go amiss if I could afford one, either. My wringer's still precariously mounted on the detached handle of the dolley I used for my moving boxes, and that's not a very stable setup. It was better while at the apartment, but then I had to detach the wringer to use the dolley. I don't know how I got it on solidly the first time.
In other news, the household idiot crushed the basket on my only mode of transportation other than my own two feet. So that makes three parts now on it that need fixing. I can't afford it right now, so I'm still hoofing it.
And, on that note, I just really need to rant right now about all the things that have fricking broken down so far this year that are still awaiting fixture or replacement due to lack of funds:
- I'm down to my last three pairs of holey underwear with exhausted elastic and my last few very holey sleep shirts. (This is the item I'm currently saving up to replace.)
- I cracked part of a wisdom tooth off and can't afford to get it looked at, nevermind getting my amalgam fillings switched out for nontoxic ones like I've wanted to do for years now.
- I'm without either working headphones or earbuds now, but those are obviously the least of my worries.
- My computer bit the dust first thing in January.
- My mobile phone is continually losing parts, but is still mostly functional... On second thought, that's not actually a complaint. I hate using mobiles in the first place.
- Broken window in my bedroom that I've had to patch over with sticky lint-roller sheets to keep the wasps out (the storm window is down, but they manage to get inside that.)
- My tennis/walking shoes have had holes in them since about two years ago. Not such a big problem unless I get caught in the rain, but, y'know, new shoes would eventually be nice.
- The second-hand food processor I use to make catfood is on its last leg. While I'm living with my mum, I can borrow hers if mine completely croaks, but if I ever manage to move out of here I'll be needing a new one.
- The top sheet I sleep under just acquired a bunch of holes via the aforementioned washing machine. It's holding up for now, but I have no idea how much further those holes might fray in subsequent washings.
- My pantry is totally bare. I don't have the money to keep it stocked, and so when I run out of fresh produce from the grocery trip my family can only afford for me to take once a month, I end up subsiding on the rest of the family's leftovers. And their diet sucks - that, in fact, is how I broke my tooth.
- Worst, my cat had two health scares and I couldn't take him to the vet even if I wanted to; no money for vet bills. And timing when I make his food is tricky, as I have to make sure there's money for the meat roughly around the time his last batch is nearly gone. When I was able to work, I used to make sure we always had an extra month of catfood on hand just in case there was a month where I couldn't replace a batch on time.
So, yeah, I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed. And that's not even touching on the household drama, or the flashbacks I'm getting from returning to live with a certain someone (I underestimated things in my dA journal about moving back; it's a lot worse than I let myself realise. I was trying to be optimistic, especially because in this house I had a history of being punished for pessimistic self-expression), the fact I don't handle stress well, or any of the other assorted crap I've had to deal with.
When I lived alone, I didn't feel lonely. Trapped by circumstance in a household of seven, I've rarely been lonelier. I just can't. live. with. other. people. Not these kinds of people, anyway. I'm seriously nearing the breaking point. I never wanted to be reliant on alcohol again, yet here I am practically crying with relief when I'm able to get my hands on a bottle of cheap wine.
If I write any more on the subject right now, it would just devolve into a string of swear words, so I'm logging off for the moment.