The boss came.
The idea the other guy floated yesterday about maybe having to jackhammer the entire length of the house? Not so much. The boss ran his camera down and showed me the view on his screen: he’d been able to cut through some of the tree root from the inside and he got things going for now, but there was more there and it was only going to grow; he was going to have to get a permit and whack this big root coming from the flowering pear out front and replace that pipe it was breaking into.
And then after that root canal, we’ll be done with seeing the plumber as often as the dentist.
The new toilet is in, everything is working, and I can’t tell you how glad I am that all this waited to happen till after I got better. Taking my long-awaited shower, I thought of all the people in Japan still waiting for theirs.
I went off to Purlescence and knitted among friends tonight in quiet celebration for how good I have it. It felt so good to be back, and they are all such good people there–it had been three weeks and I had missed them keenly. (And Fon, your copy is signed now and going off from there in the mail tomorrow.)