Have Sewing Machine, Will Travel

I am displaced! It’s a story.

There was damage to our home due to a overzealous contractor who while welding on our building’s heating system did not place proper coverings below or near the work.

Wood burns, welding is hot…I don’t know, maybe there’s something about welding I don’t understand. There was no outright fire but our floors did receive enough, again forgive my layman level welding knowledge, droppings of ‘burny stuff,’ to show…burns. Smoldering, I guess. Scorching? Enough burny stuff to create deep enough burns to require the flooring sections damaged to be replaced outright, and the floors to be sanded and restained. Unpleasant, but fair enough.

But not enought! To sand and restain the floor they must do so to all the floor. In one go. Floors are pretty neat, they go around corners into rooms and such. Like one of our bedrooms. And the hallway. And the entryway. Hm. Our dining room is a different type of floor so to complete the work it and another bedroom are now packed with about every earthly belonging my family owns.

This all is enough to take some of my daylight hours to deal with but two further unexpected elements came into play. The length of displacement when the work began was stretched to two weeks. Two! Well, there was also damage in the bathroom. Did you know welding produces burny stuff of such…burnacity…that it can melt into ceramic tile and porcelain sinks?

Ok, extended displacement. Fine. Sucks but I’ll take my sewing machine with. I’ve got shirts to rock.

The workmen who would preform the repairs on the damage that the other men repairing caused arrived early and set to work. Great! Promptness! They started clearing our items, immediately moving our belongings into the dining room and second bedroom. I literally was in the other room for a second and came back to find the closet that housed my sewing machine sealed off by all my other stuff. All of my other stuff. Prompt, but inconvenient!

FINE. I managed, through the kindness of a neighbor, to move the furniture to get to the sewing machine and materials from the buried closet in the middle of the night when the workmen were absent.

Aaaaand the car stalled in the alley behind the hotel while doing the first unloading.

That brings us to now. I am ensconced in my hotel room after loading in my gear. Also, coffee.

Universe and all its burny be damned, these shirts will get made.