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Saturday, July 02, 2005
I think the great ceiling apocalypse is over; the last pieces fell a couple of hours ago, and what's left seems to be anchored. I've managed to sweep/rake most of the big pieces out the back door, working for a few minutes at a time. It looks like a couple dishes got broken by falling ceiling, but I was able to clear out a bunch of stuff after the first pieces fell, so my glitter nativity was rescued from its shelf over the sink before that part came down.
I would love to post a photo, but Dennis has the camera at High Sierra.
Clyde has been back in her Panic Room all afternoon. She has a favorite spot in the very back of the bedroom closet where nothing can get her. There's a little place where the humans are allowed to leave offerings of cat treats for later retrieval, but that's as interactive as it gets.
I really wonder what will happen now with the landlord; he doesn't put any money into this place that he doesn't have to, and I have visions of him just nailing plywood over the hole. The kitchen is the only room that I've put a lot of effort into, so I will be severely cheesed if he doesn't at least get it back to a point where I can repaint the ceiling. After all, I live in a neighborhood of half-million-dollar houses! I want swankiness and glamour, dammit. Although the neighbors have knocked $50k off their asking price, so maybe the world has not gone completely mad after all.
It is good that I'm not in the process of painting the bathroom, though, so that's one bright spot. Imagine having to deal with all this debris on top of having to move plastic tarps in order to pee. That's just too damn much upheaval.
Big picture, I just really don't know what to do here...I mean, is this the equivalent of the voice in the Amityville Horror saying, "geeett ooouuuuut," is it going to be the thing that gets some work done here so that it's better, or is it something else? I'm trying not to panic or freak out or run in circles yelling THERE IS A GIANT FUCKING HOLE IN MY CEILING, especially since just walking hurts today. I am trying to trust that if we do need to move, something will fall into place, like a good apartment, and a way to pay for it. It's not working, but I am trying.
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