Involuntary remodeling.

Friday dawned crisp and clear.

Then all hell broke loose.

I am apprehensive about opening the door to an empty handed super.

Surprise there’s a leak in the basement of the building and it looks like it’s coming from underneath our abode.

Whether in New York or Los Angeles we always seem to reside close to a fault line.

After hours of hammering and excavating under our sink in our recently renovated kitchen we were confronted with the notion  of ripping out the floor.

It literally sent chills up and down my spine and it’s was not from the wind gusts emanating from the constantly opening front door.

By 7pm Friday night my place was in shambles and bedtime rolls around without water.

2am and I was tempted to hit the streets to relieve myself, but my husband came up with a manual water brigade solution.

Saturday morning at 9am a host of plumbers and their cracks arrived to cut a massive hole in my bedroom wall to reach the risers…shoutout to the professional, thoughtful and considerate plumbers.

There are no blueprints for a 100 year-old building.

Where’s Waldo Water Lines and his sidekick Drippy were scheduled to spend the day searching and seizing.

We quickly moved furniture, brushed our teeth with sparkling water and hit the road for a 10 hour absence.

We returned Saturday night to restore the bedroom to its original state which was now full of clothing lounging on our bed.

The search will expand today as well as the size of the hole in the wall.

If the problem is solved we next move on to contractors, cavity filling and more cleaning.

Finnley and I can be found wandering the frigid streets of NYC like two homeless souls.

What a lovely way to spend a winter’s week in NYC.