Yesterday I felt much better and to prove it I cleaned the refrigerator and climbed a ladder and cleaned the bird shit off the kitchen window. Now my refrigerator is a shining receptacle for a big bloody turkey that will no doubt leak all over the lettuce and my kitchen window is satisfyingly shit free.
Window cleaning preparations: It is a challenge to prop a ladder anywhere on our property, but I wedged a shoebox under the ladder feet.
Jon was at work, lest you think he was lolling on the couch while I was up ladders.
Meanwhile, despite the disastrous appraisal, our refinance went through. We closed last Wednesday. This means we will be paying off our mortgage nine years early and will be going ahead with the urban courtyard of excellence, so it's happy times at the Crabsticks'.
So, the courtyard--we had Miss Utility over to map for us the things we don't want to destroy with a backhoe. Is Miss Utility a Virginia thing, or does everybody have her? At any rate, Miss Utility drew a line of yellow spray paint to denote the gas line, sprayed a blob of blue paint on the water meter, refused to identify the mystery pipe in the front yard, and condescendingly informed me that the phone and electric lines are located overhead.
Jon had an idea. As long as the gas line is going to be exposed we could buy gas lamps, connect them to the lines (pre-meter, of course) and have lovely gas lighting for our driveway. "Where are we going to buy gas lamps?" I jeered. "Gas lights dot com?" Still, having come from a place where gas lights are standard and not horrible electric ones like Charlottesville has, the idea attracted me. Don't worry, we are not going to steal gas from the city to power our very own outdoor lighting, I promise, although the idea has a certain naughty brilliance.
Meanwhile, Contractor Kyle came over and dug around the mystery pipe, in an attempt to identify it. He dug for over an hour and never reached the point at which the pipe branched off to go anywhere but down.
I am convinced it is a portal to the Underworld.