...our bathroom floods.
This post is necessarily almost a week overdue as Lizzy and I have been recovering from all things last week. We're also celebrating the dramatic end to my softball team's historic 14-game losing streak last night. I digress...triumphantly.
The fourth of July weekend was spent at my folks in-law down in Houston, marking our second trip to the wild humid yonder. Don't get me wrong. There are few places on earth I'd rather escape to than their place down in Tarkington . The real reason for our trip was to attend one of Lizzy's childhood (Lizzy just corrected me as she's reading over my shoulder. It's actually a teenhood friend) friend's wedding. Friend with political aspirations = fourth of July wedding.
I was bummed that I wouldn't get to spend fourth of July watching a fireworks show as I had done every fourth of July in recent memory. That bummed feeling went out the window (literally) as we were driving home on a dark, straight, narrow (Biblical reference) highway on our return trip home. It was beautiful! We passed a handful of small shows going on on either side of the highway and got a really big kick out of it.
All this to say we went to Tarkington for a wedding. We got home on Sunday night and were spending time with friends when Lizzy received the call that her grandfather had passed away after a long battle with Alzheimer's.
Lizzy's birthday the next day was tempered with the knowledge that we'd be driving back to Tarkington on Tuesday for the viewing and subsequent memorial service on Wednesday.
I was never able to meet her grandfather, but after hearing the speakers at his memorial service and seeing the love for him that filled the room I wish I had. He must've been a remarkable servant of the Lord. I heard more than once that he'd most likely be hearing "Well done, good and faithful servant."
There were no fireworks shows on the way home Wednesday...just rain.
Like I said: when it rains...
The apartment was dark when we got home because we don't want to pay for lights that we don't use. It was also hot by the same logic.
I had to go number one.
I did not get to go number one.
There was about an inch of standing water in our bathroom and if there's a way to take care of something like that without burdening your wife with that knowledge, I have no idea.
The maintenance guy came and told us our water heater had busted. Hooray!
He was super-cool, though. After he swam to the washroom, the source of the problem, he set up a hose to allow the water heater to drain in a less floody kind of way.
Blah blah blah, all the water went away along with half of the carpet padding in our bedroom.
Here's what our living room looked like at about 10:00 the night we got back.
The End.
