Last week we received our stimulus payments of $2,800. After today's news, that payment is just about gone. Over the weekend I discovered our downstairs (basement) bathroom did not have a sewage pump but instead a sump pump to pump the sewer waste from the bathroom to our outside septic.
We've lived here since 2007 but have rarely used that basement bathroom. I have my own bathroom of my bedroom which is the master (of course) bedroom. Bill chose for his bedroom a small room off to the side of the utility room in our finished basement. He likes rooms without windows. I like rooms with a lot of windows. Just another total difference in preferences that Bill and I have.
Bill didn't like to use the downstairs bathroom because the waste had to be pumped up through a sewer pipe to our outside septic tank. He almost always used the upstairs bathroom in our bonus room on the second floor. Now that he's incapacitated he has difficulty climbing those stairs to the second floor, he uses the basement bathroom.
Oh, by the way, I think I told you that for years Bill has been using the bathroom sink to take his pees. I only discovered that interesting tidbit of information when he used our guest bathroom and I smelled that unmistakable overused gay bar bathroom urine smell. For years I wondered why his basement bathroom always stunk. I thought it was because he never used hot water in his sink. Here he was peeing in the sink. When I confronted him about this awful habit of his he said "What does it matter? It all goes the small place?" Uh, not good Bill. Well, I talked him of using our guest bathroom in that matter and using his basement bathroom that way. He still doesn't pee in the toilet but does pee in one of those hospital jugs, which I empty several times a day. Perhaps too much information for some of my blog readers to absorb I understand but this is life here at Casa Tipton-Kelly. Bill is lazy as to his personal hygiene. Always has been. He's hardworking in other aspect but personal hygiene? Not so much. But he is working with me now, which I appreciate. And he also appreciates me taking care of him.
Sunday the sump pump for our downstairs bathroom was running for hours. Reluctantly, I had to call our plumber, on a Sunday. Why is it all these emergencies are on weekends and holidays or the middle of the night? Fortunately I had just signed a service agreement with the plumbing company so I wasn't charged extra for the visit this Sunday. The plumber came and quickly discovered that the builder had installed the wrong kind of pump for our downstairs bathroom. He said a sewage sump pump shreds toilet paper and other matter (fecal) whereas a regular sump pump is for liquid only. Again, another case of our building putting cheaping out. One wouldn't think that for a half million dollar house but there it is. I have to replace the pump. My pluming company called me this morning with the cost, $1,300. That along with my auto insurance and homeowners' insurance and Ferdinand, my landscaper edging and mulching our flower beds now, there goes our stimulus package. Oh well, that's what it was for wasn't it folks?



