So, That Happened

I’ll be back to a regular posting schedule next week.

Everyone recovered from Covid.

Monday morning I was showering and raw sewage bubbled up from the drain. It was a horror movie come to life. It wouldn’t drain and the toilet wouldn’t flush. Did I mention we have one bathroom?

We’ve done this dance three times this year, and at least twice a year since we moved into this rental in 2018. Not the literal shit dance that I did in the shower, but rather the plumber rigmarole with my landlord.

He has known for 4 years that he needs to descale and hydrojet the old pipe. I’ve stood in our bathroom with him and a plumber at least four times with the toilet removed, staring at a 70 year old cast iron pipe that has narrowed to two inches in diameter. It’s always a different plumber, because after landlord tells the plumber he’s crazy and it doesn’t need that, he sends the plumber away (unpaid) and then the next time our shower and toilet clog, the list of plumbers who refuse to come to our house gets longer. Always while we’re at work, someone comes and does some sort of patch job that makes it work (slowly) for 4 weeks to 5 months, and then we do the dance all over again.

Enough is enough. We’re moving. So I’ve spent the last week and a half on all the rental apps, dodging scams, visiting awful rentals, pining for rentals I can’t afford, and forgetting to eat and sleep. We found our dream house and applied then waited four days for good news. The rental agent texted me that the landlord was deciding between us and one other applicant. In the end, we didn’t get chosen.

“I dreamed a dream and now that dream has gone from me.”

Then I dreamed a bigger dream and got a better house. I’m picking up the keys tomorrow.


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