This little anecdote pretty well sums up our experience here in our condo while we’ve been gutting and renovating our bathroom: The water has been fully shut off for about two days now, but we’ve been lucky enough to have access to a full change room bathroom down by the indoor pool. Can’t say I love padding down to a humid public change room at midnight in my jammies to tend to those pesky human nature needs, but I really am beyond grateful for access to on-site indoor plumbing; we are far luckier than others in our position (thinking of friends of mine with five-year-old twins and one bathroom who are contemplating extensive renovations to their home. Feel free to come over here, guys, when the time comes – there are showers and a sauna!)
But perhaps my friends won’t wish to take me up on my oh-so kind offer once they read about this morning’s adventure, which found me down in the bathroom about 6 am washing my face and brushing my teeth while my 83-year-old neighbour stood beside me stark bucking naked and talked into the mirror at me for five solid minutes about the plight of our city’s migratory birds (the weather’s been total winter crap, and the early birds can’t find food. I think I would have been much more interested and engaged had my neighbour not delivered this sad news to me in the softly jiggling altogether.) I do not even know this woman’s name, and I really didn’t take the time to enquire.
Anyhow! Piles of dust and a sledged-out toilet and starkers neighbours, oh my.
I do not recommend extensive renovations, friends, if you live in a condo. Or possibly ever. More updates to follow – just hopefully none having to do with my naked neighbours. 😉