Just one of those days. The shower drain clogged. It didn’t drain right when we first moved in and just got worse and worse. The landlord reckoned it was not his responsibility to clear it. There was a hard clog of hair 20 foot down the drain. Hair of previous tenants for years and years back. It was totally clogging my shower. I just had to pay $298 for a plumber to come and fix it. Which was all the money I had saved up from applying for grants. I am devastated. But we had no shower.
It needed rooting by a plumber. It is an old bath with a plug hole and a metal sieve that is fixed in place and needs special tools to remove. It is not something you can pull out by yourself. It was not fixable by me. I tried drano. I tried everything. We had no ability to shower.
So I paid it. Shower now works.
I can’t seem to get ahead.
Add this new variant to the mix, which looks like it is going to shut everything down again, and a devastating anniversary and I am in pieces. I can’t take any more of this covid stuff. I accept life being changed, though to be frank I feel like the governmental world response has been overwhelmingly panicked, counterproductive, an assault on freedom and bodily autonomy and an excuse to assert control over the masses. I accept that it is just me and the Boy, and he is growing up and will leave me soon enough. I accept I am by myself. I accept I probably will lose everything and this situation I am in is not fixable. I accept this apartment is a vacation from homelessness not a solution. I accept it all.
Doesn’t mean that I like it.