But at the end, when the electrician proudly showed me our new breaker box, I was quite pleased. And then he showed me all the ways that our electricity had been fucked. The connection between the big cable from outside and the box itself was so corroded they had difficulty getting them apart. The breakers themselves were totally rusted. Apparently, it's a miracle we had any power at all. He showed me how someone had stuffed a rag into gaps in the brick foundation behind the connection to keep the water out. A RAG. Now I'm pretty sure our breaker box's problems weren't caused by the brief drenching it got when the kitchen pipe burst, but from water seeping in from outside through the rag for the past thirty or so years. I'm not sure how old the box was or if our house even had electricity when it was built originally and who knows when it was wired and then rewired? We didn't have a ground wire either, but the electricians added one. The power company still needs to come and inspect it, but we don't need to be at home for that.
I worked from home, which was lovely, only I had to clock out while the power was out, which was even lovelier. So I did some general unfucking around the house (i.e. cleaning) and read The Brothers Karamazov until my eyes were bugging out of my head. And then, to crown what was already a stellar day, our NEW DOORMATS arrived.
When Phoebe was still a little puppy, she had quite a few accidents on the doormat. Is that disgusting? What were we supposed to do, buy a new doormat every time Phoebe peed on it? So the old doormat was pretty gross and Phoebe is now fully housebroken, so I ordered new doormats, for both inside and outside the front door. These are no ordinary doormats, these are LL Bean's famed "waterhog" doormats, which allegedly suck every drop of mud and wet from the paws and feet of all who enter. They were expensive but I think they are going to be LIFE CHANGING DOORMATS.