Ever get so behind that you actually expect to end up ahead? Because that’s how I feel lately.
I haven’t read other blogs in about two weeks (and am now terrified to open my Google Reader), I haven’t done much of anything but cope with day-to-day life — and there’s been a lot of that.
Monday, Tim spent pretty much all day at the mechanic, as our car’s A/C was emitting only hot air, and the temperature gauge had the engine heating up way too much. It turns out that the cooling fan had bitten the dust and taken the thermostat with it. The bill was $450, but I was relieved it stayed under $500.
Then, Tuesday, we woke up to a fun fact: The car wouldn’t start. No noise, no nuthin’.
We called the auto place and were told they hadn’t touched the battery. We were waiting for a $60 tow when Tim’s friend noticed how loose the battery cables were and tightened them. The car started without hesitation.
After Tim calmly but pissed-off-edly explained the situation — adding that his mother with a heart condition could have been in the car when it died because the techs didn’t remember to tighten battery cables — we were invited back for a free diagnostic. Just to be sure the cables were the only problem. (They were.) The owner himself apologized and gave us a coupon for a free oil change. So that’s something.
Once the car was running on Tuesday, we took patches in to the vet yet again. And it’s a good thing we got in there. First of all, Patches still has on the cone of shame. The paw still isn’t quite healed and, last visit, they noticed the infection had come back and was getting worse.
This time, they took a good, long look at what they had hoped was just part of the bad burn. But it wasn’t. And now we’re waiting on the results of a biopsy.
I’m totally freaked out, as Patches is only the second pet I’ve ever had. So this is outside my realm of experience. Apparently, the vet is optimistic that, even if it is cancer, it was caught early enough to be treatable. But I’m not really clear what they have in mind when they say “treatable.”
Both Tim and I agree we don’t want to put a cat through chemo — and not just for financial reasons. The cat doesn’t understand you’re trying to help it. It’s just sick and then in further pain from the treatment. Not a road we want to go down.
At any rate, besides tons of stress, Monday and Tuesday cost us over $700 in bills. And that’s on top of cost of stocking up on skin care products recently. It’s been a very expensive month, all told.
Maybe I sound like a broken record, but I keep coming back to this: We can pay off the balance at the end of the month.
It’s been years since I could say that. And it’s very soothing when you’re tensing up about bills.
It does mean that, instead of paying off the last of Tim’s student loans, we’ll pay off about a third. But we’re still credit card debt free at the end of the month, and we’re still able to pay down the loans. I’ll count that as a win any day.
Of course, my disposition was helped by a local bar’s happy hour yesterday: $2.75 and $3 strawberry margaritas. We walked the 10 blocks home, as neither of us was fit to drive, but we were happily unfit to drive, at least.
Now, I’m not saying the answers to life’s problems are at the bottom of a glass. What I’m saying is, they look remarkably less significant at the bottom of your second, strong-but-cheap well drink.