Aaaand she's late again. Well, that's okay. What are they going to do, cut my salary? Besides, I have an excellent excuse. I found out Friday that we're going to be kicked out of our house for a week.
Yeah. Seems that a few years ago, when we had that broken pipe which led to the catastrophic flood under the house, some of the floorboards in our bathroom were damaged. They're now very weak and starting to give way. In short, the entire bathroom floor is due to collapse. Which, you have to admit, would be a rotten thing to happen while you were sitting on the throne, if you know what I mean. And guess where all the weak spots are? Right around the throne. So you see the problem.
We had a contractor come over and give us an estimate. It's a scary estimate, but it's doable. He's pulling out all the bathroom hardware, totally replacing the shower stall with a disabled-friendly walk in shower (thank God for small favors), repaneling the floor, laying tile, and painting. In short, we're going to get a whole new bathroom, and it's going to be a nice shade of teal. The only thing that really sucks is the whole having to move out of the house for a week part.
See, we only have one bathroom. That's the one thing I've never liked about our house. All houses should have two bathrooms, in case of emergencies. But in 1958, when our house was built, it was sort of inconceivable that anybody could possibly need more than one bathroom. (Clearly, 1958-era contractors never tried living with two women at once.) I asked a contractor once how much it would cost to add another bathroom to our house and he told us that A. because of where the sewer pipe is located, the only way to go is up, ie, we'd need to add a second story to the house and B. that would start around $20,000.00 and go up from there. So we never did it. Besides, Joan can't do stairs.
So we spent a goodly portion of Saturday trying to find a place to stay for a week. Surprisingly, there aren't a lot of hotels which are A. affordable and B. are just fine with you bringing your three cats. Imagine. Anyway, we ended up cruising vacation rental places and finally found a condo near downtown. The guy who owns it is an attorney, and it probably didn't hurt that I said we were a paralegal and a librarian. And yes, I told him about the three cats. He rented the place to us anyway. Beginning this Saturday, we'll be living in a tony one-bedroom in a luxury complex that has a fitness center and even (gasp!) a swimming pool. Not that anybody's doing much swimming when it's 38 degrees outside, but I guess you could.
Moving day is next Saturday. We will probably each be taking a few days off work so that the cats won't be alone in a strange place. Luckily, both of us can work from home to a greater or lesser extent. If I can manage it, I'll send pictures. Wish us luck.
It could be worse, you know. It could be Dallas in the winter. Oh wait...