Charlie taught me that over 30 years ago, and it's just as true now as it was then. I'm currently dealing with a cracked hot water heater, again; last time was 2017. At first I thought the wet bathroom carpeting was an overflow from BC's bath-time yesterday, how did I miss that? So I used about 1/2 roll of paper towels to mop it up, only to discover a couple hours later that the wet area was larger than before, what the hell?
So I took a flashlight and peeked into cabinets until I found the source. I have to call the RV repairman who hasn't come since I called back in September, but I could live with that clog. I am so ready to just say to Hell with the RV but I have no place else to live at the moment.
Naturally I'll pull up my big-girl panties and deal with it, but I needed this small pity-party, whiner-baby. What's the worst that can happen? The water continues to leak until the back end of the RV rots off. But it's only a 2 foot drop to the ground, and considering I lived on a boat where the drop was much deeper, and scarier, I guess this ain't so bad. Plus our fire season started the other day and we've already had a couple. So if this goes up in a puff of smoke, maybe I'll get one of those new trailers like FEMA's giving to last year's fire victims.
It's all relative.
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