When I started this blog, I ambitiously though it would be easy to sit down and wrangle all my thoughts into one elegant blog post each week that conveyed the story of our house. Instead, I feel like I’m playing Scrabble and my little letter holder features six consonants and a “Q”. I’m trying to put something together, but it isn’t quite making sense. Six attempts at a new post later, this may come off as a little more stream of consciousness than ultra refined prose, but it’s better than nothing.
This past week and half we have been experiencing not one, but two renovations. Last Wednesday, building maintenance knocked on the door of our apartment. This has been a fairly common occurrence during the two years we've resided in our complex. After running the sink and bathtub for a couple minutes while simultaneously flushing the toilet, I was told that my bathroom was leaking something fierce into the bathroom of the poor lady who lived below me. The next morning, I received an email that roughly said, “your bathroom is dangerous and we need to fix it pronto”. Feeling a little burnt out from the house and needing a change of scenery I agreed to take the baby and the dog to Virginia for a visit with the grandparents. It was supposed to take three days; as of today it's been almost two weeks. Situation #NoBathroomsAnywhere has been frustrating, but a lack of toilets (and sinks, and tubs) wasn’t going to keep us down.
Aaron has been tirelessly working to rewire all the poor and dangerous circuits throughout our house. Basically, he’s going to end up rewiring the whole thing. Even in rooms we had previously assumed to be wired correctly, Aaron has unearthed all sorts of MacGuyver-esque wiring. A major highlight of Aaron’s week was discovering the probable cause of a short in one of the circuits- a rat carcass with it's creepy rat teeth still sunken into the wire. Poor little chap electrocuted himself- long enough ago for his body to have decomposed and become nothing but skeletal remains within our walls. Thinking about it kind of grosses me out. So now we can add "skeleton" to the list of things discovered inside the walls of our house. We'll just add that right in with a newspaper from 1924, magazine clippings of Pat Benatar and Madonna, and some kids books. I’m still holding out for bags stuffed with cash or a rare Van Gogh.
I have every intention of writing a post soon that chronicles our journey to outfit our house with the basic utilities: electric, gas, water, and heat. But for the time being, all I'd like is a working toilet. 💩
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