Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Thank you!

overcast, some very light flurries, temps about freezing

Thank you all so much for your wonderful support after the Dilys! You make it so much fun. Love reading your comments. Thank you!

And now, back to reality.

The kitchen sink is clogged. Michael and tried everything - which was pretty much just staring at it. We also tried the plunger. when that didn't work we stared at the plunger for a while.

Now the kitchen looks like a plumbers truck exploded. Snakes and something called a 'bee'. Buckets. And, of course, the contents of the cabinet under the sink. We called - who else - Tony. He came and drained this, and plunged that. Took Michael on a tour of the basement to show him the piping. Apparently staring at piping also did not unclog the drains.

Then we called in Gary. He's working on it. We also have a call in to Dwayne, who is an actual, real, live plumber. Always a last resort.

We also have an energy audit happening here this afternoon. To figure out how energy efficient our old home is. My guess, and it's just a guess, is...not at all. I'm not sure how they do it, but it takes a couple of hours and we were told to clean all the ash from the fireplace or else it would get blown everywhere. Maybe whatever they use to blow ash might blow out the drain... A gal can dream.

Just finished an interview with the Halifax Chronicle Herald and have a conference call later this afternoon with the US publishers.

I have to admit, the writing isn't going as smoothly as I'd like. I long to run away, back to Montreal again for peace and quiet, where I can focus...but then remembered the plumbers crawling all over the apartment there after the burst pipe.

I wonder if it's karmic. The Universe sending a message. About pipes. Or maybe it's about plumbers. I wish the Universe would be clearer sometimes. Whatever the message, I don't get it. Maybe it's about clogs. or clogging.

I hope not.


martha said...

The only thing that comes to my mind is what Einstein said ""If I would be a young man again and had to decide how to make my living, I would not try to become a scientist or scholar or teacher. I would rather choose to be a plumber or a peddler in the hope to find that modest degree of independence still available under present circumstances."

So, there you are. Plumbers are associated with unclogging. This means your thoughts and your words will flow from now on. Besides, having won the Dilys will give new meaning to your life and to your writings!

LynneB said...

Ah, reality bites! Domestic life does require a sense of humour & you manage to make me smile as I relate very well to your plumbing dilemma.
BTW, your behind-the-scenes glimpses of the writing process are fascinating. Thank you.

Jodi said...

Maybe the universe wants you to include a plumber in your new book.

Debbie said...

Maybe the plumbing is telling you it needs to be fixed before you put your new kitchen in.

lil Gluckstern said...

And sometimes a pipe is only a pipe-Just a bit of everyday life that brings us down to earth. Your book will gather steam very soon. You have had a lot of adventures lately, haven't you? Good luck with getting it all taken care of-bad sentence, I know.

Susan said...

I like what Martha said.....plumbing signifies unclogging, and maybe the universe is telling you that you need to become "unclogged" before continuing your writing. Where is the place (a literal place) where you feel the most at peace and open to letting your thoughts flow? That's where you need to be. Maybe then you will become "unclogged"! (Can't help being a psychologist here.....I am one, although retired)

Anonymous said...

Louise, you may come live in my attic (finished with a full bath) and write and write and write. Just holler if you want something to eat.

Electric kettle included in the deal.

Annie in Rochester

Jan Morrison said...

Congratulations on the award! Didn't see it right off as I was away on a writing retreat. I went to the Elizabeth Bishop House in Great Village for three wonderful days of ABSOLUTELY nothing to do but write. Which was great. All by myself in a very small village - perfect. No internet, no television, just me and the ungainly manuscript. That's what I need from time to time - just to get me back on the rails.
Your Montreal sounds like that...
Jan Morrison

Colombine said...

Je possède un gentil chalet dans les Laurentides au bord du lac. La sérénité à son meilleur. Les Laurentides sont un peu plus loin donc aucun danger d'être dérangée pour écrire et écrire encore. Si jamais vous êtes malprise...
Je sens que dans le prochain roman, il y aura de l'eau... sous quelle forme?

Barbara said...

The universe does send awfully hazy messages, doesn't it? Either that or my listening apparatus is on the fritz because I never "get it." Sorry you've had such a bad time with pipes lately. Maybe it will all be over with at once and you can have a peaceful period.