Standing on a Bubble

Bakersfield California

When wood gets wet it swells, and when it dries, it doesn’t unswell. Nevertheless, I have spent the entire day standing on the bubbles, in the hope that I will make a difference in our now bumpy lumpy floor, the product of a flood caused by my dwindling mental faculties.

Standing on the bubbles doesn’t work. Not that you shouldn’t try it.

The good news is that while our four-month-old floor will have to be replaced, our RV insurance apparently covers things like this. Oh Hallelujah. Oh thank you Jesus. Oh thank you Moses. We are equal opportunity thankers.

I guess you have to go a long way to stun an insurance company. The response I got was, “Oh, sure, okay, fine, just call the adjuster, yes, I know, no problem.”

It was the “No problem” that gave me hope again.

Not too many women/especially creative women get the chance to change up their creative choices after only four months. I feel I am blessed. The black floor they all warned me about … they were right. It was hard to keep shiny. It was easier than the rug to keep clean, but it wasn’t the easiest thing I could imagine. My next choice will be in a lighter color. Say, white. Or cream. I’ll let you know.

So hello from a much happier, less depressed bus girl who is currently stopped in Bakersfield, on her way to the estimate for services that will save her life and her bank account. Not to mention her marriage.

Not that I’ve stopped stepping on the bubbles. It’s the principle of the thing.