I long for boredom, maybe that is too strong of a word. I long for nothing to do. No, that isn't true. I long for this project to be done. For the dust to go away. For everything to be in place. For no more surprises.
It is nearly there.
The other day when there was a leak in the bathroom, Regis and Yann opted to attack it by the way of the outer hallway, which is the stairwell. They balanced themselves between the stairs, the curve of the hallway, while working inside a teeny tiny space. Incredibly they found the leak with the first break they made in the outer wall. As this is an old building the walls are similar to the one we left standing in the entrance: Two hundred year old beams (recycling existed hundreds of years ago too.) were used with mortar and stones added in between.
As they soldered the copper pipe, I happened to be showing the bathroom to two my blogging friend, Marilyn and Phyllis. Marilyn asked if it was mist coming from the lights, or dust, that it was an interesting effect. I had never seen the misty swirl before, I was mesmerized by it. Clever ambiance, romantic haman style. Though we came to our senses, realizing it was smoke!
I shouted out to French Husband and Regis to come check it out. When they saw it they grabbed a bucket of water, raced back to the hallway, and threw it down the hole.
A fire had started.
A bucket of water down the hole... talk about a leak! I thought out loud: A leak or a fire?
I kid you not, it has been the wildest adventure, in which I long for a tad bit of boredom.