It’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop, innit?
Xtraordinarily dull things have been happening since last I typed. I had a birthday. I made my annual girls’ weekend jaunt to Pennsylsippi, where much Amish-sold bacon was purchased. We had Xtremely cold temps here which ordinarily don’t bother me because I like wearing sweaters and I like watching nature from a safe spot behind the windows.
And then we had the moment. HubbY was home when there was a terrific BANG! and water began cascading down the walls and out of the wall outlet. The tinY night light plugged into said outlet began to flicker and smoke, and HubbY knew what happened: a pipe burst. Despite keeping everY faucet running for daYs in this 8 degree weather, a hot water pipe burst. Thanks to all the house gods that it was HubbY home and not me, because he knew where the main water line was to shut it off. And now things look like this:
Seeing water cascade down through your ceiling fixture is Zero fun. (Okay, I know that’s lame, but there aren’t many opportunities to use “z” in ordinary conversation.) The next step is to get estimates from contractors and begin the work to bring the room back. All in all, we were extremely lucky, and we don’t need any more excitement .
Funny thing, having the walls opened up like that and seeing the original beams and nails and lathe from 1923 makes me wonder what life was like when the house was being built. I toy with the idea of researching this old house and writing a story about it all, and then I remember: I am monumentally laZy. (Ha! Got another “z.”)
Other than knitting and watching Midsomer Murders on Netflix, the winter has been …. well, wintry. I’m not complaining at all, being the stay-at-home snuggle-by-the-fire type that I am. I wonder….. is this what they call retirement?