It’s been in the 90s here, and tensions were running VERY high the past few days.  The heat pump wasn’t working. I feared the worst. It was past the 30 days we had to discover anything wrong for the people we were buying it from to fix it.  Finally I decided we could wait no longer, and I called the guy that had been out to install the thermostat before we moved in.

He was very nice, and I got an honest vibe from him (like the people who wear the gold capes in that phone book commercial).  After looking at it for a while and only coming in to fiddle with the breaker once, he came in to talk to me.  He explained how the coils needed cleaning badly and to use Grease Lightning on it and how to clean them.  He said we needed a new filter (duh- we’re so not used to having central heat and air!),  and then said whoever had worked on the heatpump last had wired it all wrong, and he knows it wasn’t him. After he explained the wiring issue, I even asked how the previous occupants could possibly have had air conditioning.  We were both at a loss. It’s just one more mystery about this place (like the stuff on the bedroom wall that looks a LOT like blood splatter on CSI.)

So, I was like, “So it’s working now?” and he said, “Feel the vents.”   Ahhhhhh I think I can hear angels singing.  I have air conditioning!!   Since there were no parts involved and he got it done in one visit, it just cost $75 – that’s less than the price of a window AC unit.  WOOHOO!!  OMG I am so happy y’all, you just don’t know.

I’m gonna go do laundry and house cleaning and stuff, cause it feels so nice in here.  Ahhhhhh!  here’s hoping everyone has a nice cool home this summer too.

Friend came over on Saturday to help dig up the flowers at the old place that my Mom had given me 16 years ago.  His wife and two new foster kids came with him. They sat on the steps to the place and watched as he and I dug up stuff.  I guess they wanted to get out of the house and come to the bigger town.

Saturday was also the 20th anniversary of my car accident that messed up my back and has left some memory loss issues I still deal with. My best friend at the time was also killed in that wreck.  I can’t believe it’s been 20 years.

It was also 16’s junior prom.  I helped with her hair, and a friend came over to do her makeup. She looked great, and later said she had a great time.

We’ve still not heard back from the people who wanted the trailer.  I sent the woman an email, so hopefully tomorrow we’ll find out something.  I want this to happen so bad.  I need that $140+ a month we’re paying for rent on that lot, and I want these people to be able to have it since they see the potential.

Today the lady who looked at the trailer with her friend who will be living in it called me.  She said they definitely want it, and had talked to the park manager. The lease stipulations said the shed had to be moved, they had to fix the underpinning skirting and they had to clean up the yard.  Not too bad for a free house, so they agreed, and the guy had to fill out an application.  When they find out if he’s approved, she’ll call me back and let me know.  I HOPE he gets approved. Gosh!  Turns out, he’s a divorced dad paying a ton in child support and is staying with this woman who had contacted me. He’s living with her because he can’t afford rent on anything else, so without friends, he’d be homeless.  Sounds like the other guy living in the camper. Remind me if I ever divorce DH not to take him to the cleaners and leave him homeless.  Thanks.  That just sucks!  So, anyway, the swingset will stay I guess, in case his kids visit.  They didn’t mention it anyway.  I’m SO excited about this now!  Once it is out of our hands and we can no longer be beholden to the managers of that other trailer park, the better my sanity will be!!  I’m glad I decided to put it on Freecycle.

Today was a crapper financially though.  DH’s antibiotics plus his Plavix and Lipitor and Lisinopril all came to over $300 – that was the money I was going to pay the past due amount on the electric bill.  We STILL haven’t met his deductible.  I think he’s really close, but DAMN!  we’re living on next to nothing and everything is getting behind just to keep him alive.  I’m going to have to call them electric company or go down there in person and see if I can get them to defer it another month due to these circumstances. When I signed up for the high deductible insurance this year, it was with the intention of using the tax refund to pay all the medical bills and prescriptions that would make up the deductible very quickly, then we’d be fine the rest of the year. However, we decided on the spur of the moment to buy this house.  I AM SO GLAD we did, but OMG, these bills!  We had $2500 in medical bills we didn’t get paid off last year that we still owe, and now we’re up to nearly $2000 more NEW medical bills  ACK!!!!  And to think this time last year we were fresh out of bankruptcy and didn’t owe a dime to anone.  DAMN.  I think I’m gonna cry now.   I seriously need a bailout!!!  Heck at least we still have our jobs.   KNOCK ON WOOD!!!

I got an email from one of the people I sent emails to about the trailer.  This is the one who had emailed me even after I’d posted a “pending” email to Freecycle to get people to stop asking about it.  That’s how many people declined to take it… sheesh.  Well, she seems *really* excited about it, and says she doesn’t care how bad it is or needs cleaning.  So, since DH was sick today, I told her he could show it to her at 6pm tomorrow evening (Tuesday).

I sent 16 and 12 over to the place to clean up the rooms some more… it’s gotten to where I can’t bring myslf to go.  It is seriously such a huge psychological thing with me. I hate that it has a power over me, but I recognize that it does.  I’m so screwed up.  So, anyway, they went over and said someone had been in there again.  There was a pad of graph paper on the couch. So they took it, and got some of the stuff out of the house, then our old tom cat who won’t come with us to the new place ended up scratching 12.  He was probably upset they didn’t have any cat food.  He’s always been quite pushy. I hope whoever takes the new place likes cats, cause he goes with the house. Hah.  Anyway, so she got a big scratch and so they came back to get a bandaid and 12 stayed here.  16 went back over to the place, but called and said she was creeped out and didn’t like being there by herself even with the doors chained.  So she came back home.

I REALLY REALLY wish DH would just get the last of the stuff out of there and have it done with. I can NOT believe it’s taken this long.

Well, if all goes well, the woman will like the place, go apply to be pre approved to live there and take the place off our hands.  That’ll get him motivated to get the last stuff out of there.  It might just make me get off my arse and go clean it up too.  I just dread it SO much.