I typically love summer... but THIS July... not so much. What frightens me most is that the month is only half done.
July 1: While rearranging furniture in my home office, I move my desk a couple inches, promptly knocking over a full drink onto my MacPro laptop. Next day at the Apple store, I am told I managed to saturate every iota of the interior. Beyond repair. (Refurbished replacement Macbook Air: $1,400)
July 15: After a gorgeous weekend in Richmond officiating a wedding, I am almost catapulted off of the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel when I blow a tire on the bridge (see post below). (Tire replacement: $685; years erased from my life out of terror: 10)
July 15: I return home after leaving my car at the tire shop to discover that while out of town, one of my two AC thermostats has gone blank for the second time in 6 weeks. Because I purchased the thermostat myself in$tead of buying it from the HVAC company, the work is not covered by a simple warranty. It gets better: turns out that not only did the thermostat fail, but in fact, it reset itself to heat! So while one thermostat is set at 74 trying to cool my 4,000 square foot home, the other (with a blank screen) is slapping its virtual knee, pumping out heat at 85. (It’s 96 degrees outside; two days later, the HVAC company arrives: $474)
July 15: Returning home after 5 days in Richmond, the grass is 8 inches high. Time to tame the 3 acres with my EGO battery-operated mower… wait, why did it just abruptly stop? And stop again. And lurch. And about throw me off the god*amn machine? Okay, when I take the key out, it’s gurgling and shaking. This thing is possessed.
Next part is not fun. EGO offers a 5-year warranty. Mower bought in May 2021. I can’t find the receipt. Now comes a back and forth between Lowe’s and EGO and Lowe’s again in an attempt to retrieve “proof of purchase” so warranty is honored. Over the course of 2 days, I spend 4 hours between waiting for anyone to pick up a call and dealing with a host of dimwits—until at last, Steven with Lowe’s recognizes I bought the mower online—which is why nobody can find the receipt. He does.
Then, I call the only Virginia Beach mower repair company that services EGO. There is a minimum (I repeat: minimum) backlog of 6 weeks. So next, I get Thumbtack estimates to have someone cut my yard on a weekly or biweekly basis: $350! Hahahaha, oh hell no. And thus… (Secondary lawnmower purchased so I can cut my f*cking yard for the rest of the summer: $2,500)
July 19: Do I laugh or cry? The AC is down again. Same issue. Bedrooms are saunas... and I have new Airbnb guests. Despite having a contract with Norfolk Air, no repair until Monday late afternoon. Wow. Just wow.
The good news is I'm not so great at math, so I won't be adding up the bills I've accumulated thus far in July. Instead, I'll quietly cry in my vodka. In a nice tall glass. Very tall.
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