I grabbed every towel in the house and now the damage is fixed but the pipes... not so much. If I were younger and more limber and had the proper tools, I'd youtube the fuck out of the situation. But, I am old and fat and the opposite of limber and not interested in even trying. I called Thom, the plumber, and left a message on his answering machine.
Initially, as with all such crises, I thought and felt like the end of the world was nigh.
Now I'm all, eh? No water in the kitchen for a few days, big whop. I have two other sinks in this house and a bathtub. I got water. Yes, it's unfortunate that today is house cleaner day and, because my brother will be here next time, it's the last house cleaner day for three weeks. But. What. Ever. World peace is not at stake here. It's not even as tragic as my cable TV problems (which are still fixed, thankyouverymuch).
Thom is a good guy and he'll call back and fix it when he can. I have pitchers and buckets and bins. All is good.
Oh and it's another cool morning which is also great for house cleaner day since I am sure the air conditioner and her vacuum cleaner are not going to happily share the electrical circuits in this house. It will be a PIA for the next 3 or 4 times she comes but not today. Whew.
Generally when she's here, I go to Goodwill and then up to the Red Apple grocery market on Beacon Hill and then fill up the car with gas and by that time, usually, she's done. But, I went to Goodwill on Monday and I really don't need anything at Red Apple. But, I do think my heart and soul and tongue would all rejoice if we turned this day into a Popeye's Fried Chicken day. So I think that's going to be the destination du jour. I can get chicken for lunch and for dinner. I can stop along the way and get gas. And then kill some time happily wandering the dollar store which is kitty kornered from Popeye's.
I like the plan. A lot.
I've been trying to pay attention to where and how I spend discretionary funds. (I think I have the magazine subscription thing fixed. I have an email saying they will refund their billing by Friday.) So today I decided I wanted to make some socks. I have no sock yarn in my yarn stash.
There's a yarn shop kind of semi on the way to Popeye's but their prices are high and the quality of the goods does not merit the extra $$ but the biggest drawback is that whenever I am in there I feel like they are annoyed by my presence and by having to take my money. Not a great feeling. I went online to my 3 or so favorite yarn suppliers. One had what I wanted at 3 times what I wanted to pay. (I want to make socks to wear. I expect to pay more for hand knit socks (over store bought socks) but not $20-$30 a pair.) One place had what I wanted at a price I was ok with ($6) but the shipping was another $6. And I know from experience they use turtles for shipping. It generally takes 2 weeks to get the stuff. I found exact same yarn on Amazon. $4. and free shipping. And I'll get it Friday. Now... why in the world would I buy this sock yarn from anyone but Amazon?
The local yarn shop on the way to Popeye's mostly has sock yarn in only what they call Pacific Northwest Colors - muddy green, dull notquitenavy, gray, black, brown. In other words, the anti-susandennis color spectrum. And I read the other day that the woman who has owned the shop for many years sold it to her daughter who has decided that life is too short to run a yarn shop so she's trying to sell it. There is much bruhaha about how horrible it is to lose yet another locally owned speciality shop. I'm not bruhahaha-ing.
Ok, time to get a move on. I at least should be dressed when the house cleaner gets here.