Sheltering at Home Day 2: Wednesday, March 18, 2010
What? They’re taking away our porta-potty? For months, that thing has graced our street and blocked our view as we backed out of the driveway. True, our particular potty has its own lattice-work modesty paneling, but it’s been a neighborhood eyesore since Nov. 1.
And now they’re taking it away.
I’m stunned.
No more porta-potty means no more carpenters and electricians coming in and out of our house and, of course, no coronavirus microbes coming with them. It also means that progress on our house remodel has come to a complete halt. The deck is only half-done, and plastic sheeting still covers the back of the house where the siding once was.
Banished from our torn-apart dining and living rooms, Jon and I are jammed into the den along with a makeshift dining table, stacks of construction supplies, and our wide-screen TV.
It’s disappointing that construction has stopped. But it’s downright scary that the state of public health in the Bay Area is such that a project as big and expensive (and employing as many workers) as ours was cancelled on a day’s notice.
How long will this go on? When will our stinky, reassuring porta-potty come back to us? April? August? Next Christmas? Ever?
On a Porta-Potty Vacation
This is not a complaint. I’m glad that San Francisco Bay Area counties and our contractor are taking COVID-19 so seriously. It’s just that the sight of our latrine being hauled away on an extended porta-potty vacation scares the daylights out of me.
What else will be going away from me in the coming weeks? Months?
More adventures in remodeling at “Too Many Walls at Our House.” Also, “Getting a New Kitchen? Here Are Five Things I Like About Mine.”
Barbara — You are too much! Keep it up.
Sharon
Gotta get some laughs somewhere!
Barbara- gives new meaning to shelter in a crowded space
Mark b
lol!
Your banishment to your den reminds me of a few years ago when I was having new floors installed in every room except my bedroom. My dressing table continued in its intended role, but also became my desk and my dining table, with cartons stacked next to it and rolled up window treatments from other rooms protruding from beneath the bed. In my modest size condo it was a real test of my agility and equanimity! Good luck with yours!
We had paced ourselves for a 4- maybe 5-month stint of living in our den. Now it’s going to be … I don’t want to think about it.