HOME AGAIN (PART II)


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Last night we came home to the smell of rotting meat; the elderly plumber and his equally aged cousin/assistant unplugged the refrigerator three days ago without our knowledge so while we were gone? Our previously frozen and refrigerated foods thawed and went bad. I mourned the loss of steak Tucker threw in before our departure, but he played the Pollyanna glad game, reminding me that we got free steak yesterday at my mom's boyfriend's house for her little birthday party. What a sunny darling my boyfriend is!

The plumber has been here on three or four different days for an estimated total of about fifteen hours (I'm just guessing here; fortunately our landlords have to pay for this so I'm not keeping track). Tucker's good humour about it is fading, as is mine. We're not mad at anyone (unlike the situation at the beginning of the year when our previous landlord was selling the house with us in it; that invasion of privacy, displacement, and harrassment made me positively BALLISTIC), it's just beginning to feel like we have squatters in our kitchen.

If they aren't done in a couple of hours when it's time for me to get ready for my show I think I'm going to murder someone. Actually, before then; if they aren't gone in about forty-five minutes so I can EAT SOMETHING HOT COOKED ON A PLUGGED-IN STOVE before my show, my murderous impulses will be aroused. I cannot work when I'm hungry and have some old Republican fuck inside my house (the cousin almost sprang an angry leak when I even *mentioned* the subject of water conservation which he clearly believes to be the evil brainchild of environmental extremists). Like the eccentric moron I am, I'm wearing my "Vote Kerry" hoodie right now (because it's comfortable and I'm too cheap to buy something less dated, not because I'm mentally retarded) and am afraid to go out there and hear an earful or possibly have the house burned down at a later date by him. Looks like I will have to change my top to go get the mail.

I know, you're probably amazed that I would actually do something to AVOID confrontation, but seriously . . . there are times when I'm just not in the mood.
posted by Trixie at 9/08/2006 02:14:00 PM -