Got a new air conditioner today. More accurately, a new heat pump and furnace for the upstairs of my house. My old one was 20+ years old and dying a very expensive death, so it was time for a new one. I have not been happy about the situation. Bad financial timing, as if there is ever a "good" time to drop 6k on an air conditioner. Not to mention that the 20 year old oven died a couple of weeks ago, and the new one will be installed next week--a mere 1600 dollar adventure. All the while I steadily watch my assets disappear into nothingness, as do millions of other Americans. Still, as I sat on my porch today and piddled in my yard, which John so lovingly had helped me spruce up by trimming and pruning, I realized that I love my house. This old place has become my home--filthy carpets, leaky roof, deteriorating appliances and all. And slowly but surely I am bringing it to life and loving it into being a happy house for me and my kids. Overwhelming at times, but hey, what else have I got to do? For now I am going to just enjoy the cool mornings and evenings on my porch with a latte, and with my beloved pets (my kids are never around unless they need money, teenagers you know). And I am going to try to soak up and enjoy my life for what it is, not what I thought it would or should be.
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