Think of all the things that bring you joy. Would that include washing your hands? I ask because this is one of the things I have missed this week — washing my hands, brushing my teeth, flushing the toilet — things I take SO for granted.
But to back up, his is the THIRD go-around with water in my house. I mean, water where it’s not supposed to be. About two years ago I awoke to soggy floors and discovered the water heater was leaking. Why the builders put the water heater in the house instead of the garage I don’t know, but they did. So I got a new water heater and five days after that, I got new floor. That was New Floor #1.
Six months ago I walked into the guest room and stepped in a puddle. I called the plumber who advised me to call the insurance company who sent out an assessor who told me it wasn’t their problem. Seems there was a crack in the floor of the shower and although that shower had not been used for a couple of months, the water had slowly spread under the floor. Or so they said. Well, obviously, insurance or not it had to be fixed and the guest room got a new shower and I got New Floor #2.
Then last Saturday I went in to the guest room to make it up for company who was coming this week and … wet floor. Again!! And a LOT of water. Panic call to my plumber who said he’d be out as soon as he could and advised me to turn off the water at the street. A kind neighbor lent some muscle and got the thing turned. Thus began the week without water.
It is amazing the things we do without thinking: rinsing off an apple, washing out the cat food can, running a barely-used plate under the faucet, filling up a vase for a bouquet. This time the insurance company determined it was indeed a slab leak (broken pipe under the slab foundation) and it was covered. Whew!
This time it’s major. The water has seeped into all three bedrooms, the hallway and the entrance hall. Much floor to replace. I’ve moved into a hotel and every morning I dash home (after a shower) to feed and console the cats who are confused and unhappy. I’m gradually moving clothes and toiletries to the hotel and wondering when I’ll get my house back.
Oh, and there is also the consideration of landscaping. I can run to the library or the gym and use the facilities there, but my lawn and plants are definitely suffering from a week of 100+ degrees and no water. The plants are part of the desert landscaping and supposed to be drought tolerant, but I think over the years they have become accustomed to getting a drink on a regular basis. The leaves are starting to get brown and crispy.
So yes, the insurance will pay for the plumbing repair and the replacement of the floors, but who’s going to pay to replace the lawn and crispy plants? The cats are doing fine drinking bottled water, but I don’t see myself buying Evian to pour on the grass.
However, before I start feeling terminally sorry for myself, I recalled an e-mail from a missionary friend who is teaching in Cameroon. Her post read, in part:
Today is laundry day. When I went downstairs to wash my clothes in the tubs on the back porch area, Doris, one of the helpers here at the guest house offered to wash the clothes in a washing machine. We did not know there was a washing machine. It is nice not to have to wash clothes in the tubs of water.
The previous week she had written:
The water went out on Friday night and we do not know when we will get running water. Apparently a large water main broke so the government has to fix it. So we are now using water out of barrels.
So by the end of the week, the plumbing should be fixed, the water back on, and Floor #3 installed. Once I am back home, sleeping in my own bed, snuggling with my kitties, I swear I will never complain about anything ever again. Until next time.