I has a bukket

Several bukkets, actually. Filled with water from the neighbors’ garden hose (with their permission). Because we have no running water. Because our landlord neglected to pay the water bill and the city shut it off. Browsing my archives, I notice it’s almost exactly a year since this post. Since then we’ve been without heat for three weeks at the beginning of winter (including 7 nights below freezing) and actually had the dumpster repossessed for a while. And let’s not forget that the only two times our lawn has been mowed this year (already two times more than last year’s total) were after the city issued him citations about it.

So this evening after work, instead of taking our special-needs cat to the vet for a scheduled followup appointment (she’s improving), we were heading to the hardware store to stock up on buckets so we can at least, y’know, flush the toilet and brush our teeth tonight. Landlord swears it was all a mixup with the payment getting credited to the wrong building. I don’t really care what the reason is; we had better have running water by tomorrow. It’s illegal for him to make us go without it. (Can’t it be illegal for this negligent dipwad to own rental property at all? Please?) I love this beautiful old building, and it’s a damn shame how he’s letting it fall into such disrepair.

Thanks to everyone who commented about Wardrobe Refashion. Yes, I’d found the new link and just hadn’t gotten around to posting about it yet. I’ve notified at least one other refashionista whose site gets much more traffic than mine, so I hope the updated link gets spread around quickly.

I am still trying to keep up with the clothing recycling this year, but I don’t think I’m going to take the pledge for now. I stuck with it through 2006 (my only non-sanctioned purchases were a t-shirt and jeans from a thrift store for Halloween), but all the pressure to photograph and document everything I made got to be too much. Some people are cut out to be faithful photo-bloggers, and I’m just not one of them.

Most of my energy this year is—or at least should be—going into getting ready to move. My husband’s been accepted into grad school in England, so we’ll be selling most of our stuff and heading overseas this fall. He’s busy fretting over his student loan applications, while I’m fretting over how we’ll ever get all this work done in time. We’ll make it somehow, of course—this is such a great opportunity, not doing it is out of the question.