Well, nothing broke today. Inside the house.
Except for a vacuum cleaner bag—this was actually not a disaster because the bag separated from the cardboard collar when I was putting it into the vacuum cleaner. Still, this was annoying because it was from a new batch of bags that I had to order online, what with my vacuum being so old that Target no longer carries this type. Anyway, these new bags are the microfiltration kind and, hey, they really do work (to the extent that they can maintain their structural integrity). The house didn't smell all dusty after I ran the vacuum.
For the first time since Tuesday, Oz managed to get down the stairs to dinner. He didn't even break any part of himself or balusters or anything. If he's going to be more mobile, I'm not going to get such a great workout anymore. We started negotiating tomorrow's breakfast: toasted coconut donuts downstairs vs. dry toast upstairs. (This was my idea. His idea involved a lot of cinnamon, raisins, and butter.)
So what broke?
A sewage line (maybe a gas line?) about a block away from my house. I knew something was up when the city buses started running on my street; they'd been rerouted from the next street over. The city blocked the streets off with police tape for a block in either direction. The Public Works guys only need to set out cones for water main work. I'm guessing this was sewage because of how the DPW guys didn't want to get anywhere near it either.
This line break doesn't seem to have affected my plumbing at all.
Maybe things are looking up around here.
280 words | July 15, 2005 09:09 PM | Real true story