We are smack dab in the middle of The Remodel, Part 1: A John With A View.
Joe's uncle is and has been rebuilding the playroom wall, replacing all of the windows in the house, removing one toilet, moving one toilet from the large bathroom to the small bathroom, moving mom's toilet from her house to my house and into the large bathroom, installing a new handicap accessible toilet at mom's, and various other "small jobs" here and there. It's been going on now for just a little bit.
It's got me quietly frantic. I have some social ineptitude and some anxiety to go along with that. That spills into having guests over. And that spills into having repairmen, painters, pest control guys drop in...pretty much anyone who isn't directly related to me, (or Melody, Leah and Ed) sets me off into a high sort of panic. It's weird. Anyway, it skeeves me out to have them in my bedroom. Not Melody, Leah and Ed! I mean..... the workmen. I dislike intruders.
There. I said it.
The intruders have a job to do nonetheless and they've been doing it. I've been doing a very good job of avoiding the chaos by spending my time on the front porch, smoking too many cigarettes. I was rewarded with quite the view the evening they did the switcharoo on our johns. John, Buddha and the moonlight. Actually, it's not moonlight. It's a light from the bedroom window across the street. They probably turned it on to get a better look at my front yard!
I don't like it, the new toilet. It feels wrong to my butt. It's not right. The previous toilet took up residence here in this house exactly 37 years. You can't disregard that easily, even for the sake of water conservation and consistent waste removal. Change, change, change! You know how I'm all about change? I don't think my convictions apply to toilets.
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