Finding my me time and kicking back to relax in this strange house feels weird.
I know the house will feel like home one of these days, but that day isn’t today. Tomorrow isn’t looking good either.
We’re making progress. I’m stuck here, because I want to say the progress is slow, but it really isn’t. We’ve come pretty far in just over two weeks. The house barely smells. The new light fixtures are amazing. The painting is started.
The ugly counters are still a thing, but we’ll get there.
One thing that I’ve been enjoying is taking baths.
I fantasized about a sloping claw foot tub, or maybe a garden tub with jets. I did not get either of those things.
I got this behemoth of a tub. This tub is deep and long and has those handles that look like daisies. Well, daisies drawn by a small child. The side of the tub has three ridges with a sort of art deco feel. The rubber stopper isn’t on a chain or anything. I don’t know how or when, but one day that stopper is going to go missing. I know us.
Also, I’d like to report, as of yet, we haven’t found any huge issues with the house.
There are issues. Not free-to-fix issues, but not too horrible.
And there are some annoying issues. Like the poison ivyzilla plant in our backyard. Most of the doors have issues. Maybe 2 or 3 doors open and close easily. The rest stick. Or won’t close.
We also have ants.
These aren’t those little ants we got every spring at the other house. These are those big, fat black sumo looking ants as long as weasels.
The point of entry for these ants appears to be the bathroom window.
I had to murder three ants before I could take a bath tonight.
The first one was so big that I felt it squish inside the wad of toilet paper. I felt like a monster. Killing the other two ants wasn’t as bad because I couldn’t feel them squish. Also, I think it gets easier after the first time.
My estimate is that this this tub has been cleaned at least 100 times since it’s been in this house. Since 1962. Maybe 150 times. I am assuming this is the original tub. It looks very much like a tub would look if it were 66 years old and only cleaned 100 times.
You can scrub this tub all you want, it’s still going to be stained and discolored. That is getting fixed as well. Unfortunately, it’s going to be a while. My thinking was, I’d call and get an estimate to get the tub re-glazed and then they’d be back in a week to get the job done.
It turns out that was an unrealistic time frame. The earliest opening they have is in September. Toward the end.
But that’s okay.
Just because the tub doesn’t look clean, doesn’t mean it isn’t clean.
Although, I have to pretend like I’m not bathing with the remains of many ants.
I mean, I wipe up the carnage, but you know residue exists. There’s always residue after a killing. There are a zillion television shows based on this.
I don’t even care, though. The sketchy look of the tub, the ant killings, none of it matters. This is the best tub I have ever soaked in. I love this tub like I love movie popcorn and sleeping in.
Joey is across the country now. Why doesn’t he text? I haven’t heard from him in hours now. Since Joey is across the country, I don’t have to worry about closing the bathroom door. I can forget to wear my robe and it’s no big thing.
Randy misses Joey as much as I do, but he also likes having the house to ourselves.
For instance, tonight, when I was relaxing in my deep, lovely tub, he popped into the bathroom with his fingers in circles over his eyes like glasses.
Randy: These are x-ray glasses. I can see your skeleton.
Me: Remember how I told you I was tired and stressed out and I just want to lay in the tub for an hour?
Me: This wasn’t part of my plan.
He put his finger glasses back on his face.
Randy: Ooh la la.
I’m reasonably sure we’ll settle in before long. This may not feel like home yet, but I still have that all over body buzz you get after a long, hot bath and that’s not so bad.
Photo courtesy of Hossam M. Omar