I went to my mommy’s house to take a shower and perform a toilet. I smell all pleasant and clean. Like soap… and green apples. [that’s the shampoo]. Now I am preheating the oven to make myself some pizza, and my goal this evening is to do something about my disastrous NaNoWriMo word count. And not just because I got a super nice thank you car and sticker, for my donation, in the mail. Surely, if the only requirement is that they are actual words, I can write 50,000 of them by the end of November.
I’ve even turned on that great utility that makes typwritery noises on my mac, as I write. For ambiance.

Sewers are something you probably take for granted. Until you don’t have one. Then, friends, you’ll understand the genius that is indoor plumbing. Our adventure in sewers begins Friday night, when I decided to run a load of darks, in the washing machine. I heard strange gurgling noises. I had heard them before, when I washed clothes. I wasn’t sure why I could hear what was going on in the pipes so clearly, it seemed odd. After I put the clothes in the dryer, I was getting ready for bed, and noticed that there was about two or three inches of blue tinted cold water in the bathtub. I had noticed that the tub was slow draining, since I moved in, but I took a shower the night before. And that was really slow draining. And why was it blue?
The next morning, it was all drained out, I cleaned the lint out of the tub and took a quick shower. When Ron came over that afternoon, to work on the roof, I told him about the shower. And the blue wash water, and the lint. Unfortunately, I did not tell him before he flushed his toilet and it overflowed in his bathroom. I didn’t know!! My toilet had worked fine! I didn’t know we had toilet issues! While I was at the movies with Louise, he called a plumber.
I got home late that night to a note that read “bad sewage issues. Do not flush, shower or wash clothes. Plumber will be back on Monday to finish. Expensive problem!” Since then, I’ve been doing my best to use off site toilets. I worked from home today, and the plumber was here for about 4 hours trying to unstuck whatever is stuck. Couldn’t do it. Ran a camera down the pipes as far as he could go, didn’t find anything, above water at least. So tomorrow, I am working from home again, because the city has to come out and run a “tv” down the “mainline.” In which they can see as far as 7 feet onto our portion of the line. They will determine if it’s on their part, and if not, I call the plumber back in.
I have to tell you, when they explain these things to me, I hear “blah blah tv blah blah main line blah sewer blah blah blah blah tree roots blah blah man hole blah blah.” And it all translates into “no shower for you, smelly girl!!”