My sister graduated from college that May. Dad came to the ceremony, gray and shaking, but still having a grasp of what was going on around him. He sat far away in the shade, just patiently waiting for someone to come get him. Growing up, he was not the most patient man and if I'd have to guess, I would have thought he would be a mean and grumpy old person. The thing is though, he was so gentle and quiet while all of this was going on. He never lost his temper. Me, I would have ranted and raved and shook my fist to the world at the unfairness of it all. He was just so brave. He knew what was coming and he met it with dignity.
Since it was now May, you know what had come back again? That's right, sewer flies! It was our second summer with them. I called the big pest control companies like Orkin and every plumber I could think of. Every single guy thought he had found the problem-We weren't using the tub downstairs enough, the hose from the washer didn't have a seal on it, the bar sink wasn't working, etc. All of these problems were believable because of the true awfulness of the house. So they would "fix" it and for one or two days things seemed to improve. We kept at it until fall came. That made the score sewer flies 2(summers) and us 0.
We were still working on improving the house. Every single light fixture was changed out. Every single surface got the wallpaper removed, and every single surface had to be repainted, including ceilings. We changed out all of the old fake brass doorknob. We stripped down the fireplace to the studs and built it back up again.
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