Water, Water, Everywhere...

It rained again today. Hard. And my roof is still leaking, but, you know, I've kind of stopped being upset over that. I just stuck a bucket under it, cleaned up what spilled, and gave myself a sharp mental reminder to get the damned thing fixed ASAP.

The universe, however, does not appreciate my laid-back attitude, and is always out to smack my complacency out from under me. Thus it was that, shortly after the rain slacked off, I went to wash my hands after using the bathroom and found myself thinking, "Hmm, that's odd. Why is the water pressure so low?" I went and checked another faucet, and, yup, low water pressure.

So I put on my waterproof boots and traipsed outside. Gee, lots of water in the yard. OK, that happens when it rains, but... oh, god, we've been through this before, haven't we?

And, yup, I get 'round the back of the trailer, and, lo and behold, there's a pipe spewing out water.

So, now, I've got water dripping through my ceiling, I've got water lying in puddles on my kitchen floor, I've got water up to my ankles in my muddy mess of a front yard, but I have no water with which to take a shower.

I'm just really, really hoping I can get the plumbers out here tomorrow. Why do these kinds of things always pick Friday evening on a long holiday weekend to happen? And why the hell did I let my mother talk me into buying this trailer?