There is no doubt that the short grey days of November are having an effect on my attitude. My usual positive self has decayed into sullenness. It happens every year. I have self diagnosed my self as having light affective disorder (LAD).
This morning I awoke at 7:30 and stayed in bed for another thirty minutes all the time thinking I should get up and get started, and I missed my usual reminder to make this the greatest day of my life. Eventually, I’ll go out for a walk and the chilly air will cause me to snap out of the doldrums.
This Fall we’ve had some really strange weather, for instance, last week the temperature was in the sixties and the sun shone. Typically, we get the least amount of sunshine in November and December, and that is exactly what we have right now, dark, cold, and windy.
Usually, we receive our first snow on Thanksgiving day, but this year it started snowing a full week ahead of schedule. So much for global warming.
Another sad event came when ex-president Trump announced that he will run for president again. Why he wants to put himself, and us, through the agony of watching the press crucify him daily for the entire four years is a mystery. If he wins and survives his term he will go into the history books as the greatest president ever.
Yesterday, I wound up calling a plumber to install a new sump pump into our basement water drainage pit. I have a back up system which has been alarming, and doing the job of preventing my House in a House from flooding. The young plumber did the job in a record thirty-five minutes. It would have taken me about two days to do the job. The difference is that he didn’t try to save any of the old piping. He merely cut out the old pump, pipe and all, and replaced everything. I challenged him to prove to me that the pump was not made in China, and he did so by showing me the place of manufacture as being in Lincolnshire, Illinois. That made my day. Not only was it not made in China it was made in my home state in a Chicago suburb. I asked him what the guarantee was, and he told me it was three years. He got that by looking at his company’s website on his smart phone. I showed him the carton the pump came in where it stated that the warranty is four years if the pump is bought and installed by a contractor. The pump that died was installed in 2012, so there is a good chance I will never have to replace this particular pump again, but there are two more sump pumps in the house. One of them is 14 years old. I’ll be seeing him again, probably very soon. Hopefully it will be on a sunny day.
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