Wherein I Expound Upon the Many Virtues of Functional Indoor Plumbing

I was happy thinking that our plumbing woes were over. The dishes were getting done, bathtubs were speedily draining and toilets were merrily flushing. I was happy . . . until this morning when I stepped out of my bedroom and the carpet in the hall said "sploosh." Carpet should not say "sploosh."

I've used up all the towels in the house, and the plumber cannot come to plumb until tomorrow between 11:00 and 1:00. We all know that means he'll be here sometime before dinnertime. I'm going to the store later to buy paper plates, frozen pizza and other food items that don't require water for cooking or clean up. Maybe I'll invite the plumber to stay for supper, since he and I are getting to be good friends.

I want a new house. An AP story I read yesterday in the Oregonian (yes, I am one of the remaining five people in the nation who actually read a hard copy of the newspaper) informed me that were we to move to Detroit, I could buy one for as little as a dollar. I couldn't resist checking out some of the bargains online:

For $1
http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/3015-Monterey-St_Detroit_MI_48206_1105609311

For $49,900
http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/Detroit_MI_48224_1106835380

For $3,000
http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/12800-Terry-St_Detroit_MI_48227_1106576157

For $50,000
http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/278-Piper-Blvd_Detroit_MI_48215_1106940968

But the fact is, no matter where we live (never Detroit), we will probably still need a plumber . . . quite possibly one of the few recession-proof occupations.