Does This Tool Belt Come in Pink?

There is an odd silence in the house this morning.  Something is missing.  After a few moments I realize that the air conditioner is not running.

My first thought was, "Fuck.  I can not afford twice in one summer to replace that unit.",  I opened one of the French doors to my bedroom and felt a cool breeze enter like a long lost relative who could not wait to take me into their arms and wrap themselves around me.

Not trusting my own senses I went to my phone and checked out all three weather applications to see if this was real.  I have been known to turn on the TV and watch the doppler when it rains instead of just enjoying the actual rain going on outside.

I have learned in this state that a "cold front" can mean anything from dropping into the 90's (today's expected high) to dropping from 90 degrees to 40 degrees in the span of a few hours.

As I write the doors are open, the eerie lack of the constant hum of the air conditioner allows me to hear the distant highway, the annoying squeak in my ceiling fan, and my dog snore simultaneously.  Amazing sounds that now resonate in my room. 

My dog has found refuge from this uncommon coolness under my blanket.

The fan is actually a bit annoying and I do not think I have had any WD40 in the house in years.  If I did manage to locate some I admit I have no idea where I would apply the greasy stuff.  I just do not have what it takes to fix things.

I can lend advice to friends in need.  I can fix a bad haircut, I can use a sewing machine, and I can dig days old crap out of the broken garbage disposal so that the sink will once again drain.  I can not however fix the disposal,  the fan,  the plumbing, or any of the myriad of things that have broken in this house.

I have contemplated more than once in taking a class on how to do basic repair.  I just can not see me actually attending or paying attention in the class long enough to learn anything.

I would spend too much time contemplating what I would wear to such a class in basic home repair.  My usual dress of skirts and tank tops would be out.  My boots cost way too much to get dirty, I do not own jeans.  I can imagine shopping for items to wear when I miraculously know how to use a hack saw, (or even identify what one is.) 

I do own several cordless drills, but have long ago misplaced the chargers.

Do they make tool belts that are cute?

These are moments when being a single parent that owns a home just sucks.  Each time something breaks, falls apart, or I am given a report of water coming out of someplace it should not, I just sigh and say, "Add it to the list." 

I hope to someday very soon hand over this list to people who have more tools than various sized allen wrenches that came from Ikea.

I am working hard to to pay back personal debts and accumulate enough cash to get the house ready to try and sell it so I can be free from the squeaking fan, dripping faucets, and hazardous deck.

When I opened the door a little while ago I thought I was welcoming in the cool breeze like a relative.  This relative however just walks around pointing out all the repairs that need to be done.

"Here Uncle Breeze, put it on the list, I am joining my dog under the covers until the air conditioning kicks on again."

If you need an allen wrench let me know.