Musical Beds

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We’re having a heat wave…a tropical heat wave.

Hot weather is lovely (in theory), but our Canadian home was designed to retain heat through the winter, not to stay cool in summer.

A/C? Nope. Not us.

Conditions in the Sailor household are less than optimal.

As we each search for relief, we’re playing musical beds.

My sailor moved to the basement because it’s slightly cooler down there. I attempted to migrate south along with him, but the thin droopy mattress on the sofa bed sent me scurrying back to the relative comfort of a real bed upstairs.

My boy had already taken over the master bedroom because the bedside table is big enough for his computer and the fan he keeps running nonstop. It seemed a natural transition for him to just sleep there once he’d finished playing or surfing or whatever he does.

That left my boy’s bedroom.

Sleeping in a different bed in your own house is kind of like going on vacation, except it’s not as much fun and you can’t brag about it to your friends or post pictures on Facebook.

Yesterday my sailor went back to Powell River to do some stuff for his mom.

I was awake most of the night because it was too hot to sleep and I’m always a bit jumpy when he’s not around. My sweaty eyes were finally getting sleepy when I heard a crash.

Was it downstairs or outside? Unfortunately the sleep-deprived brain is not a precise creature, so I had no idea where the bang came from.

I had two options: cower in bed hoping whoever (whatever?) was thumping around in the basement would leave of its own accord, or go downstairs to investigate.

Surprisingly I chose option two. Wielding a threatening pink Depression glass vase (the only remotely weapon-like object I could find) I crept down the stairs, confident I’d be able to deal with whatever I found–as long as it was a florist.

In the basement, I screamed like a girl when I came face to face with a huge, aggressive … daddy long legs spider. (Can the really big ones knock over boxes?)

Heart still thumping, I made myself a cup of tea and settled down to watch a few episodes of My Name is Earl because nothing soothes you in the middle of a scorching night like a steamy caffeinated beverage.

Tonight I’ll be wishing for three things: cooler temperatures, my sailor’s return and sleep, delicious sleep.

W.W.W.

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I missed a couple of posts last week because I’ve been so caught up in the three W’s: winter, weather and worrying.

Every time I start to believe spring is finally on its way, we get hit with yet more snow. It’s the wet stuff that doesn’t stick around for too long, but it’s just enough to spoil the day.

The worrying is house-related.

The adventure of the flooded basement continues. We learned that the damage is covered by our insurance (insert happy dance!)

The noisy industrial fans and de-humidifiers were removed last week so we’re able to sleep again.

It’s looking pretty desolate down there, but rebuilding should begin soon.

Even though the work will be covered by our insurance company, we’re still on the hook for the deductible and getting the outside drain and the perimeter drains scoped by a plumber. This step was recommended by our agent and our contractor as no one is sure exactly what went wrong on the day of the flood. It will be worth it for me to find out if there’s a problem with the drains because I go into panic mode every time it snows or rains, which it’s been doing almost daily.

Before the flood, we’d been looking for a house to buy as a rental property. We’ve never been landlords, but the time seemed right for us to take this big, scary step. After looking at about thirty duds, we found a house we love. The plan is to rent it for a few years to pay down the mortgage and then move into it and rent our current, less nice, place.

Our offer was accepted about two days before we had the flood and realized just how miserable and stressful home ownership can be. On March 31, we’ll be doing it times two.

I haven’t started biting my nails again, but the level in the wine box has been dropping faster than I’d like.

The one ray of sunshine in this sea of worry and anxiety?–We’re still without a vacuum cleaner!