So the answer came – the water is going off for the plumbers and the shower has to come out now.
This meant it’s removal fell to the carpenters, who we’d been assured, “could take that out in just a couple of hours.” Berry said they had some kind of monster machine that would just cut it into pieces and they’d carry it right out.
I wanna see this magical machine. I may need to buy one, even.
As many of us have learned about things we’ve purchased, they do not perform as promised. It seems that the magical machine isn’t what it was represented and either doesn’t fit in the shower or just kind of bounced off the walls. It’s not clear, and we have enough experience by this age to recognize that one doesn’t push sweaty men using power tools for detailed explanations.
Nor do you say, either aloud or with body language “I told you so.”
Caleb came back from football practice just before noon and, as he popped upstairs said, “I’m gonna take a shower.”
Nope. That is no longer an option. It took a second for this information to sink in.
Plan “B”? The kids (or the boys, at least) had made arrangements with a friend up the street. The basement door remains unlocked and the shower and toilets are available as needed. It’s really a lot like camping, with the “necessary house” just up the path.
So he went down the block to take a shower, while the one in the house remained firmly attached, but inoperable.
And tomorrow is another day.
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