When you live in a 100-year old house, there are things that go bump in the night REAL LOUD.
Two months ago there was an eerie CRASH at 2 AM. Top Cat and I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, thinking that the cats had somehow gotten the keys to the car and revved up the engine and driven it straight through the living room wall, it was THAT loud.
Imagine our consternation when we found all the kitties tucked up in their beds and all the load-bearing walls in place.
We searched the basement and the first floor, and even peeked into the spare (cat-less) rooms on the second floor and found nothing out of order. It wasn’t until Top Cat had settled back in bed and I wandered into our bathroom for an aspirin that I saw the shower door, shattered into peices, laying on the bathroom floor.
It was a 50-year old shower door, and it had heaved itself right off the wall. Poor, tired, 100-year old walls can’t fight a suicidal shower door.
So Top Cat got to demolish the old shower and with the help of the plumber next door, he put in a whole new shower for us. That, in itself, is a whole other saga. The less said, the better.
But today Top Cat finally put the finishing touches on solving one last problem with the new shower ( a persistent leak through to the dining room ceiling), and the drawing above is his illustration of the talk he gave on the topic.
Now, listening to a detailed explanation of the inner mysteries of household plumbing is not how I want to spend ten minutes of my life. But Top Cat was so pleased with his ingenuity that he asked me if I wanted to hear all about it and I said “Yes, oh yes!” and he got out his pen and he started to diagram the shower drain, the bathroom floor, and the dining room ceiling (he even said, at one point, looking at his sketch, “Hey — that’s a pretty good drawing!”) and I listened to it all. Because Top Cat married me when I had five cats and I owe him.
So tonight, Top Cat and I are celebrating our new shower. We’re having my favorite dinner (champagne and pizza), and T.C. has just put an old Michael Jackson album on the turntable. I know what comes next:
Have a great weekend, everyone.