Her Ladyship

Notes from the gutter.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Three days and counting

That's how long it's been since I've had a shower. And no, I'm not sick. This is, as we used to say back in my Valley days, grody.

It all started Wednesday. I checked the mail on the way home - the mailboxes are up by the trailer park entrance - and there were signs all over saying that they would be turning the water off for some work on Thursday from 10AM until the late afternoon. How nice of them to tell us, I thought. How very thoughtful.

Thursday we'd planned on having the house cleaned, so I got up early Thursday morning and filled the tub so that there'd be plenty for the job. Off and on all day, I'd check one of the taps and the water was running each time. But I didn't want to drain the tub because I was sure as soon as I did, the water would be off.

Thursday night The Texan and I kind of shrugged at each other, figuring that it was a false alarm. Thursday night I could've taken a shower but I was lazy and thought that there was no hurry. How wrong I was.

Friday morning, the water stopped around 9AM. Keep in mind, we're both home all day, so by noon, the toilet was resembling those at Club Heaven at their worst (DC readers are nodding knowingly and shuddering at the memory). I took off midday for my hair appointment*, so it at least got washed. We spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening at a friend's place, but came home to find that they'd only sort of turned the water back on. The pressure was about halfway, so we were able to fill up the tub and manually flush the toilet, but that was about it. This morning, of course, the water had been turned back off and it remains nonexistent this very minute. I don't know what sort of dicking around they're doing on the main line, but I am this close to doing and driveby and lobbing some tomatoes at the slacker employees who are causing all this angst. It wouldn't speed them up at all, but I'd feel better.

There was one silver lining in all this. Last night, as we were filling up the tub, Shrapnel was watching all the activity very intently. Once the tub was full, we went into the living to watch some TV, leaving him to ponder the situation. About ten minutes into the show, we heard this splash, and then his collar jingling. I went into the bathroom and found the cat sitting there with the lower half of his body soaked and a very peeved expression on his face. Some cats like to swim, but this evidently is not one of them.

* I got my hair cut and colored. It looks longer somehow, but it's not as red as I'd wanted (my hair color veers between brown and auburn normally). The stylist admitted when we got done with the coloring portion that she didn't want to mix in too much red as all the white hairs on my crown would've turned pink. Remember back when having pink hair was considered to be a good thing? I guess in some circles it is, but unless I'm applying Manic Panic to my head, I'd rather have a more natural color. Sigh. Dark brown it is then.


  • At 6:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i cant tell if you are being sarcastic when you say "trailer park" and if your not, how is it? it's looking like a possibility for me.

  • At 8:46 AM, Blogger Her Ladyship said…

    Not being sarcastic, and this one is perfectly fine. It's well-kept, has nice lawns and an older crowd living here. It's shifting a little bit, but what's changing it is what always is the bane of homeowners everywhere: renters.


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