M is very angry right now. The bathroom ceiling is supposed to be finished today. But, like all construction projects, we have encountered “unforeseen obstacles” and are over-schedule. The workers’ new deadline is supposedly tomorrow, Wednesday. We shall see. When they left Friday, they had taped the ceiling with a tarp, but over the weekend, we got a few strong winds and suddenly, every other hour I’d find more branches in the tub as the tarp came away at the edges. It was like a forest was growing in there. But today, not only did M get a text from our building manager at 5:15 pm that they weren’t going to be able to finish, he also came home to dust and grit everywhere. As if that wasn’t bad enough, and trust me, feeling gritty bits beneath my feet is one of my major pet peeves, the workers also left their stuff at our apartment. We have a giant ladder, cement plaster stuff, a radio, and all sorts of tools littered to and fro. I think M left James a very irritated message.
Regardless, I hope I get my bathroom back tomorrow. M made me shower this morning with no shower curtain and then laughed at me when I turned the floor into a lake. I had naively boasted that I could definitely keep all the water inside the tub.
Whatever, M and I decided to work out some aggression by doing P90x! This is some ridiculous fitness system that some guy named Tony put together – a series of workout DVDs that are supposed to take you from scrawny to Hulk in 90 days. We jumped around doing “Airborne Heismans” until someone came and knocked on our door and said we were making giant thumping noises. It wasn’t me. I float to the ground like a butterfly. It was M’s elephant landings.
Hopefully, tomorrow I’ll have better news to share about the bathroom. Stay dry out there, it’s raining like a mother here.