Suzy Says

Yesterday Mark came by to check something, accompanied by the wet and muddy Luna. Lucky seems to have vanished, hopefully back into the fold, since the alternative would probably be her showing up pregnant, and then what would we do? I imagine herds of tame-ish deer taking over the property, eating every plant and Chico bag they can find.

While he was here, I reminded him about the leak in the pantry/laundry room/cat dining room. I debated telling him that the washer should be replaced, since the agitator tends to get agitated and leap off partway through the wash cycle, creating noisy havoc in the house and holes in the laundry, but I figured it was better to tackle one thing at a time.

He chiseled up some of the cement floor and used a beepy thing to determine what was copper and what was not. The room became floodier as he worked. Eventually, he said the problem was worse than he originally thought, and and he’d have to rent a jackhammer or something like it to break up the cement and get to the root of the problem. I hope he can do it soon, since I now have to pick my way over the puddles when I feed the cats or get something out of the pantry. Since there’s zippo storage space in the kitchen, most food is back there. One of these days, I should count how many trips I make back and forth.

I now notice counter and cupboard space in every movie and TV show. Recently Meg and I were watching “Sex and the City” and all I could think about was how Carrie’s New York kitchen had way more counter and cupboard space than mine. Erica explained this by saying that James basically built a man cave. I mean, the garage is bigger than the house, and the curved walls means there’s at least 6 feet of wasted space in each room. Then there’s the no closets and lack of usable kitchen space thing. Rose must have been far more patient and resourceful than Self.

Later in the day, Megan called to see if she could use my shower, since the propane was running low at her place. Propane: the bane of the country dweller’s existence.

I put on the heater and closed the door, then went to make sure the flash heater hadn’t gone out in the rain and wind. It had, but the other problem was that the water was at a dispiriting trickle and not shower-worthy. I called Mark and he said he’d be right over. While I was waiting for him, I went and re-lit the flash heater (yay Me!). Megan arrived before Mark and I gave her the unwelcome news. Fortunately, he turned up and fixed the water in time for Meg to have a rushed shower, jump into her car with wet hair, and drive off to work in the pouring rain.