Yes, I'm sad to say that there is a Part 3 to this never-ending day. Remember how in my last post, I wrote "I may finally be able to shower in my own bathroom with functioning pipes. Maybe. I don't want to jinx anything else"? Well, that was the nail in the coffin, apparently.
I turned on the shower. All seemed ok, we had (hot!) water. Landlord calls to check in, I step away from the water for a second, and next thing I know Josh is running around the house frantically, grabbing tools and talking way too quickly for me to understand. I look outside and see a deluge of water coming from the roof. It looked like a torrential downpour... except, it wasn't raining. By turning on the shower, I had apparently busted a pipe on the roof. Hey, at least my landlord was already on the phone...
I hang up with the landlord and follow Josh outside to see if I can help. Once again, it is unclear how we are supposed to turn off the water (because apparently, turning off the water to the kitchen, which I had done earlier in the day, does not turn off all of the water). Josh runs out the front door, and since I'm not wearing any shoes I quickly slip into a pair of his running shoes (which are way too big for me) and run after him. He turns quickly to go around the house, and I see him slip and almost fall on the wet sidewalk. Note to self: don't fall. I turn quickly around the same corner Josh just almost fell on, and what happens? I fall. Hard. My feet slip out from under me in Josh's huge clown shoes, and I go down straight onto my side, on the gravel. My hip took the brunt of the fall, but both of my hands landed in the gravel and my head narrowly missed some bricks. I was mostly shocked by the fall, but once I realized what had happened I was in so much pain I could barely move. Josh literally had to run back to where I was and pick me up off the ground... meanwhile, the deluge is still coming down from the roof.
So I'm crying and barely able to walk while assessing the bruises on my palms and the chunk of flesh recently removed from my thumb and shivering because it's really damn cold and I'm not dressed warmly, and now all I can think about is the fact that we had scheduled the plumber to come look at the pipes earlier today, but then cancelled because Josh had fixed what we had thought was the only problem. Did I mentioned that I jinxed this day from the moment I woke up? Wow.
Josh eventually managed to turn off the main water valve (the real main water valve, which the one from earlier in the day was not), and we call the plumber. Then our landlord shows up at the door to check on things. She walks in to see me clutching a bag of frozen peas between my injured hands and decides to wait around until the plumber shows up so she can talk to him herself. The plumber-with-Russian-accent-and-no-coat-even-though-its-20-degrees shows up (miraculously) within the hour and finds not one but two busted pipes on the roof and the front of the house. So, we have a professional on scene who is fixing everything. This is good. Then Russian Plumber's ladder, which he placed on top of the aforementioned slippery corner of sidewalk, slips out from under him while he is climbing up on top of the roof, and I watch through the window as he just barely manages to throw himself onto the roof before going down with it. ... This day is cursed.
Russian Plumber finally fixes the pipes and clears us to use the water again. The slippery corner of sidewalk turns out to, in fact, have a thin layer of ice on it. Huh, go figure. When I hobble into the backyard to retrieve the wet towels I used earlier in the day to mop up floodwaters, they crunch because they are now frozen. But good news! I throw the towels in the washing machine and turn it on... and nothing explodes!
This has been one of the longest days in recent history. And if the weather has it's say, maybe tomorrow will be just as awesome as today was. Somebody please shoot me now.
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