On Thursday morning I took a shower before work (normal) and when I was done I was standing in about 6 inches of water (not normal). It drained, eventually, but we called the landlord. On Friday (I had to come home from work early) the landlord sent out a drain guy (who was an hour late) to snake the main line, something that needs to be done every few months due to the enormous ancient pepper tree in our front yard. (Note to self, whenever we can finally buy a house, do not buy one with large trees so close to the main line.) This drain guy was smarter than the last few, I thought, because he wanted to see that he actually fixed the problem so he came in and ran the water in the bathtub. Nope. Still a problem. He snakes the secondary line for another hour and thinks it is draining better but the pipes under the house need to be looked at, something he can’t do today. “Go ahead and use it,” he says. He leaves and I go to clean out all the gunk he left behind. But the draining water didn’t sound right. Something NEW was wrong. Lifted up the crawl space and sure enough, water was draining out of the tub right under the house. Sigh. The guy broke the pipe. Another call to the landlord who asked if the toilet still worked okay. I said yes and he said it wasn’t an emergency so they would get to it next week. A frustrating day with a total writing accomplishments of ZERO.
Saturday we went to Santa Cruz for the second of four plays in this year’s Shakespeare Santa Cruz festival at the glen. We saw Winter’s Tale, which was simply wonderful. And now it’s Sunday and half of it is over and I still haven’t started to write or even think about writing. Must force myself to work on the last article assignment. It’s due soon but I simply can’t get my brain wrapped around it.
Sorry to hear about the plumbing headache, Susan 🙁
I think plumbing problems are the house equivalent of major stomach upset. Yuck.
Hope you have a splendid Sunday anyway.
Indeed. I think the worst of it is knowing we are just renting this place and if we owned it we would replace all the pipes just to know everything was fixed. But the landlord and the owner try to do everything themselves and cheaply and we have to bit our tongue because it’s not our house and we can’t afford to move anywhere else. I was already down on Friday and then I made the mistake of looking at other rentals and even (gasp) real estate for sale. hahahaha. It took much chocolate to bring me out of that funk.
Sunday, well it’s a funk of a different kind. I hate not being productive but I need downtime from the day job and just thinking time but then tomorrow it is work again and I have nothing accomplished for the last three days.
’nuff whining now. Sorry.
Well, the Shakespeare sounds great, anyway!
Ah Shakespeare was indeed great. Last week at the same place we saw Engage by Gilbert without Sullivan, tomorrow night it is Antipodes by Richard Brome, and Friday it is Twelth Night. All outside under the redwoods in our beloved Santa Cruz. Always good for what ails a body.
How aggravating! I hate stuff like that. I know life is full of stuff like that, but I still hate it.
The Shakespeare does sound nice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen A Winter’s Tale. I’m not even sure if I’ve read it.
I hadn’t read A Winter’s Tale either. I cried. There were some parts where the writer in me was saying “You can’t have all that important stuff happen offstage.” so now I am going to have to read it to find out if that’s the way it was written or just the way it was staged. Love your icon here!
Okay, this has nothing to do with plumbing …
My son was obsessed with Junkyard Wars when he was about four. I should dig up a photo of him arrayed in goggles and bathrobe, wielding plastic tools while he studied the mechanics.
Oh, that’s right! Not everything is about me!
I keep forgetting that.