No more Piss on my Feet!

After three weeks of waking in the night having to pee and locating; in the dark, my peeing-down-the-floor drain shoes then half peeing on my feet anyway, shuffling back to bed mildly disgusted and hoping my next poo will be at work so I won't have chose between pooping on the floor drain and bagging the poo like I'd bag dog poo or lining the defunct toilet with one of those stupid plastic shopping bags they dole out at every retailer on the planet and pooping in that, I can actually flush away all the ick and not pee on my feet.

Yes, the toilet is fixed.

I can also mix hot and cold water in the kitchen, shower, washing machine, and bathroom sink. I have a main shut off that I wouldn't be terrified to turn off in an emergency and an outside spigot.  Such riches.

Of course I am in debt again..and by a lot.  But eh, no more toting buckets to wash dishes. And I could even turn the hot water heater back up so I can take a hot shower.  I had to turn it down a couple years back when the bathroom spigot quit working so we wouldn't scald to death.  There are many ways around every thing plumbing and I unfortunately got to know all of them pretty well. 

The guy was a licensed plumber, could have charged us more, and worked all week an hour or two at a time because we couldn't be home earlier in the day.  The faucets he installed aren't pretty. But what the hell, they fucking work.  I don't really give that much of a damn.  They'll be easier to replace now that he's done all the difficult work if we decide we hate them that much. Jon was fairly critical.  But I told him I didn't really give a crap so long as the kitchen faucet was tall enough to get big pots beneath and he did deliver on that.

We even ended up with $100 left of what we borrowed so we can pay that back really simply.

I met my "new" neighbors next door, or, well, the man.  His name is Martin. He saw Jon poking at his Jeep and assumed he knows a lot about cars. Hahahahahaha....anyway...I thought it was funny.  Jon just has to put oil in it constantly, and other such things. It's old.  Apparently his kid's Explorer is making weird noises or something and he wondered if it was going to die.  Jon just recommended a mechanic.  He seemed nice. They have so far kept to themselves after that annoying bit of time when they were insistent on turning about in our driveway, which I parked across once and they have thus far stopped doing it.  Also, can't hate on a guy with a big plow on the front of of his truck who, every time there was a decent amount of snow, plowed out the street before the city.