From some of the comments on the previous post I am assuming that everyone thinks I am being a good sport about the water situation. I am trying to be, but today is wearing thin. I want to wash my dishes. I want to wash my clothes. I want to wash my hands!!!!!! I hate clutter and I hate the feeling of not having control. The dishes, the laundry and not being able to do anything about it is wearing thin as the evening progresses. I am tired and irritable and pretty sure that I don't smell really good.
In an effort to stay out of the way of he who plumbs this morning, I hid out in my sewing room. No water required in there and I have a TV and there was coffee close at hand. Two trips for parts yielded no repair and he had to go to work. I realized that staying out of the way was a mistake. While he had the pump on I could have filled a bucket of water. I didn't do this and now the only water I have is bottled drinking water. Chilled bottled drinking water. No water to cook with, no water to wash my hands with, no water to flush with. I have been using hand sanitizer all day and did wash my hands with cold water before I sat down here.
I tired of sewing, my hands were hurting from stuffing monkeys (go ahead, Otin, see what you can do with that) and not wanting to face the dirty kitchen decided to move some things in the store around and do a little merchandising. Last year a friend of ours traded us a cigarette case for a couple of bar stools. This thing is huge and very heavy. It is 4 feet wide and 7 feet tall, providing lots of space to display my wares. It took 4 of us to get the thing into the store and I was told (warned) that I had better be putting it where it would be forever because it would not be moving again.
Whatever. That was like a challenge to me. As you can see I have unloaded it and readied it for a move. See the one beside it? I was told that I couldn't move that one, too. The baskets of plants with the plastic bags clothespinned to the undersides are temporarily hanging out inside for the winter. My mission today was to move the cigarette case.
I had the space all prepared. He who plumbs was quick to tell me that it wouldn't fit in that space. Does he think I am an idiot? I measured it first. So, he is gone and the space is all ready for the cabinet........
I tugged and I pulled. I wiggled it this way and that way. Hmmm, did we screw this to the wall (yes, Otin, go ahead)? I looked and couldn't find any screws, But I didn't look at the very top. One good yank and I pulled it away from the wall with the trim boards hanging off the back of the cabinet. I was able to get one off with my drill, but love of my life is know to use a variety of different screws on any given project. Why? Don't know. He also used my drill last and I lack the strength in my hands to change the bit. I am now faced with a dilemma. I have tried every screwdriver in this place (that is no small feat, let me tell you). Finally I go pull one of the trim boards off the wall I am moving the cabinet to and put it on the bare spot. I then proceeded to move the unmovable cabinet to its new home. It was difficult, but not impossible. Normally I would have sat on the floor and used my legs to push it, but it is top heavy. I didn't want it to fall on me and trap me, since I would be alone until love of my life gets off work around midnight.
After I got the big cabinet in place I decided the other big display case needed to move, so I moved it. I merchandised most of it and looked outside to see that it was dark. I realized that I had only had coffee and a handful of nuts all day. I worked up a sweat, too. So, I went foraging for food that could be prepared without water. Cottage cheese and pineapple and diet Dr. Pepper with a side of popcorn. The day is over and hopefully tomorrow will bring water and a nice hot shower. Tomorrow I will finish in the store and take some pictures of the finished product to show you all.
She who sews refuses to leave the building until he who plumbs delivers some water!