A Leaky Distraction
Here I sit at my desk, ostensibly to work. The problem is that I have a worker in the house to fix a plumbing problem. We have a leak in the wall. Over the past few days we’ve coped with puddles on the floor and water damage to the walls. Today it’s all going to be fixed (fingers crossed).
In addition to my jubilation that our water problem is being attended to, my mood is a tad aggravated because I had to change my schedule in order to stay home all day to be here for the workman. So I have to miss my beloved weekly badminton. No matter, I thought. I’ll just spend the day catching up on my writing.
Hah! I should have known better. First there was the extremely distracting noise from what appears to be a mini-jackhammer as Ernest broke a large hole in the wall to investigate the interior pipes. (He is working about 30 feet away from my desk.) But he couldn’t find a leak, so he traipsed all around the laundry cupboard, the water heater closet and climbed up on the roof outside to try and find the source of the water. This is all well and good, except that he called me over every ten minutes to show me something or ask me a question.
Then our landlady phoned (twice) to discuss the problem.
Oh, and then the pot of soup I’d put on the stove this morning to simmer boiled over leaving a mess to clean up on the stove. And I went to the bathroom and tried to wash my hands, except that the water had been turned off and the faucet was dry. Of course, then I had to dig around our supplies for a hand sanitizer which I just knew was somewhere!
By the time I sat down to write this blog, my mind was blank and I had completely forgotten what I was going to blog about today. Seriously! I think the leak has penetrated my brain and all my good ideas have seeped out!
The house is quiet now, because Ernest has gone out to pick up some parts. It seems he has found the source of the problem. Hurray! I thought I’d better snatch these quiet moments to get my Thursday blog posted. Now to tackle my manuscript. Quick!
