in my first real act of home ownership, my oil tank is being replaced on thursday.
apparently oil tanks have an expiry day, and mine is next year ... so, i included some improvements in my mortgage and the first thing to be done is replacing the tank.
(that is seriously the most boring/adult sentence ever ... apologies to you and to the me who never thought she'd have this much knowledge of oil tanks.)
since i moved in last thursday, i've been rationing the very small amount of oil the former owner left me. which means sweaters, socks and space heaters on some particularly damp and cold june days. and, since my hot water is heated by said oil, it means showering at my apartment.
yup. i get up, get dressed, get in my car, drive for 2 minutes, let myself into my empty (but dirty ... i'm totally procrastinating the big clean that has to happen ... ugh) apartment, shower, get dressed, drive home and start my day.
it's just a bit inconvenient. and this morning, because 4 days of that nonsense is just too much, i played some hot water roulette and took the world's fastest shower here instead. i won ... this time. tomorrow, i will make the trek up the hill ... it's like the modern-day equivalent of having to go to the well for water.
and, yes, i know this is a very first-world problem ... but when one pays a mortgage, one assumes one will be able to bathe in one's home.
so, thursday ... thursday at 1pm, wonderful humans will come to my house with a new oil tank and, more importantly, oil ... and friday morning, i am going to take the longest shower ever.
except, wait ... i have to pay for that oil. and water.