How we lost a horse: Postscript

[muckefuck]

Thanks for all the sympathetic responses to my entitled whingeing. As it turns out, they did manage to rebroadcast the entire performance from the pre-show segment with Natalie Dessay, but Nuphy said he was on tenterhooks for the entire first half, not sure if the Oreck man would make an undesirable reappearance at some critical juncture. I knew I'd have the same problem which is part of the reason why we took off. Fortunately, La sonambula will be at River East, who have been showing the broadcasts for a year-and-a-half now with no glitches.

And the floodwaters are receding. I'm not entirely sure if the plug is gone from the drainpipe, but the only drips now seem to be from the still-massive icepile on the porch above. The dampness downstairs is disappearing extremely slowly under the effect of a box fan, and we've been discussing the possibility of redoing the corridor with a new kind of seepage-resistant subflooring we learned about sadly too late to use in the den.

I don't think our sellers were bad people, but it's hard to resist the nasty feeling that they're laughing up their sleeves at our troubles. Or at least praising their good luck for getting out just in time. Today we found everything in the freezer unfrozen and immediately concluded it was broken; I punched the fridge in frustration at yet another infrastructure failure. (Turned out to be a false alarm--the unit was probably just improperly closed--but that didn't prevent us from having to toss out everything in their, including mollpeartree's holiday gift to us.)

But then monshu roasted two ducks and I all but stripped the one destined for next weekend's cassoulet of its crackling. That and one too-strong cocktail have made me once again resigned to my lot, which is not a bad one at all once you think about it for like all of ten seconds.

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[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Bummer! Pick a weekend day in say March and I'll give y'all an Indian meal at my house! Though probably not that exact one, which feels a little played out after doing the gifts ...