Faucet

It was the first time in two years I stepped up to the door, knocked, then walked into my own house. There was a leak and the plumber was in the kitchen, my kitchen, fixing the leak and replacing the hardware. I work seven minutes away and when I got the call that the plumber wanted to install any run of the mill faucet, I went into panic mode, left work and drove over to my house. My House. Yes. My House. The house with the four gardens, I planted. The house where my grandchildren played. The house where the plumber wanted to install some cheap-ass faucet in my kitchen.

The plumber seemed annoyed that I came over and asked so many questions about a faucet. The renter looked on with her own annoyance. She just wanted the leak fixed and the faucet replaced. Not so fast, Sweetheart. If I ever move back and/or sell the place, I was not going to have some cheap-ass faucet in my kitchen that had the potential to look tacky. After a series of annoying questions by me, I gave the go ahead to complete the work and have the faucet of my choice installed. That is when the renter announced the oven did not work. Oh Well, I guess that is next.

Anyway,

When I walked through the door, I felt at home. It felt good. I had been so afraid to come back and avoided the house for two years. A faucet forced me back. It is kind of weird that I would even care about a faucet. The plumber was going to send me the bill after the work was completed, therefore, I really did not need to go over there. Something just triggered it. I left work for a hour to check on a faucet. Weird indeed!

I walked around the outside of the property to check on the gardens. They have bloomed in an array of beautiful colors. Apparently, the renter cannot tell a weed from a plant, so I pointed out to her that I was going to come back and weed the gardens and/or hire a landscaper to do it. She said, she would ask the guy who cuts the lawn. No way, I told her. Lawn cutters are not the same as a landscaper who knows flowers and tall grasses along with trimming back roses and bushes. She again looked and sounded annoyed. Of course, it did not help that I made my way to the backyard to inspect that area as well. All in all, she takes good care of the house. I am grateful,

I do not know if I will ever move back or sell the house. I just know, it felt good.