Apparently, Abbotsford can take all the rain the skies send her, but it can't take seven-inches of snow. All the snow melted, the ground was frozen, I don't know what exactly happened, all I know is, the water is backing up. In the bathroom. *sigh* The city storm drain was clogged or something, and the city has to take care of it.
We have to go to the nearest store [just happens to be a Walmart], to use the washroom. I feel redneckville-ish. It seems, however, that we're not the only ones with this problem, plumbing companies are booked 'til nine this evening. In mother's words, "Abbotsford is in chaos." I can think of a few other words for what it's in...
All this of course, results in me getting sidetracked and my schoolwork piling up in a corner. In order to further delay my accomplishing anything today in the ways of education, I decided mother and I needed desperately to go through our suitcases (it's where our clothes are stored for now) (actually Victor and I had dressers in Toronto for our clothes, but mother's dresser in Toronto was too small, so most of her clothes have been stored in suitcases for oh..almost seven years now) and take out clothes we don't need.
We've been through this process several times since we moved, it helps declutter the house. House. Speaking of which, it's upside down with tools, clothes, rugs, towels- a total discombobulation.
|Tools. (We initially thought it was a house problem, so dad was trying to fix it. Turns out it's a city problem, there's nothing we can do, the city department is sending out trucks to fix the drains.)|
|Clothes. Don't ask me what I was thinking when I decided today was a good day to do this. Maybe it had something to do with hopes of clearing closet space for new clothes? :D That'd be nice.|
|Victor and I named it the Poop Truck .|
Here's to beginning the week right. It can only get more aromatic from here! (Do notice that's a exclamation point not a question mark, Life.)