Always. Just when the dust settles, and I start looking forward a week or two of quiet, something goes haywire. Today, it’s only a minor snarl- Sarah’s on the road and asked me to switch posting slots with her; she should be back this afternoon.
But that’s only a tiny hiccup in the silliness of my life. Last week, the shower started draining very slowly. Veeeeerrrry slooooowly. We know what’s wrong with it- the trap is ancient, and wearing out- and with any luck, it’ll be operational again by the end of the week, but it’s annoying in the meantime. If I wanted a bath, I’d have one, instead of letting the water collect up to my ankles in the few minutes it takes me to shower. And because of the way the house is laid out, the workmen will have to cut a hole in my bedroom wall to replace the broken part. There’s been much moving of furniture today.
And if that wasn’t wacky enough, the water heater died on Friday. Right at the start of a holiday weekend. It’s ten years old, so it was on borrowed time- curse you, planned obsolescence!- but for heaven’s sake. And because of supply chain issues, it’ll be a little while before we get a new one, even though the landlord has promised to order it tomorrow.
In the meantime, we’re taking very short, shivery showers, and I’m heating water on the stove for washing dishes. Fun times. I suspect I’ll become a regular at the local laundromat over the next few weeks, and there might be a gym membership in the cards as well, just so I can have access to hot showers.
I’m so spoiled. But I’ve lived without running water before- and electricity, and had only wood for heat, though not all at the same time- and it’s not fun. I like signs of civilization, especially in our current neighborhood. At my childhood home, I could walk a hundred feet to the pond with a towel and a bar of soap when I need to get cleaned up (I usually wore a bathing suit; otherwise, people driving over the hill had a split-second window where they might have seen more than they bargained for). Can’t do that in our little suburban neighborhood. On the other hand, I don’t have to worry about the well running dry; we’re on the city water line.
Pros and cons of everything. I still prefer living in the countryside- there’s more wackiness, and God and Mother Nature poke at you more often, but it’s easier to roll with the punches when you’re not living on top of your neighbors.
So that’s what I’m dealing with. How’s your day going?