I don't know whether to cry or say "thank you" to my late daddy.
I woke up from a rare and much-needed nap this afternoon to have my son tell me that I need a new hot water tank. He ran downstairs to do a load of laundry and discovered that it was spurting water out of 2 holes in the side. Mad scramble to shut off the power and then spend 10 minutes to find the water valves in this very old house. Of course, they're nowhere near the tank and are located in the darkest corner of the cobwebby cellar. It could have been doing this for several weeks, so I have no idea what my water bill's going to look like.
Replacing it will be easy enough, but my handyman uncle is out of state for another week. I can heat water for dishes on the stove, but oh, I really need a shower! I also wasn't planning to spend $600-$1000 on house repairs this summer, but that's where my father comes in. He left me a surprise life insurance payout last year, and it's been banked for just such occasions as this. While I was running around the cellar, I had the overwhelming urge to check the oil in my car.