Catastrophe has struck the Feather and the Rose.
As we say in our About Us section, when Susan and I are at school, we live in a the same rather nice suite with two of our friends. We have two bathrooms, a kitchen area, a common room,* and we each have a bedroom all to ourselves. College student luxury. For all its loveliness, of course, it is also really cold, full of weird stains, and oddly smelly,** but we love it.
However, our lovely suite--and the school it's attached to--is located in a frozen Midwestern state. According to reports, they had temps of -20 degrees*** for some of this week.
While everyone else was freaking out about freezing to death, our college**** did a stupid thing. They decided this would be a great time to save money by turning off all the heating in our building. The students aren't there to complain, right? So, why not save a few bucks.
Needless to say, a pipe froze. Oh! But this is not just any pipe that froze. It wasn't an outside pipe being blown on by chilling wind, as one might expect. Oh, no. This was an inside pipe. In fact, it was the water pipe that runs to the third flour laundry room.
So, when THE TUNDRA warmed up slightly, the frozen pipe burst. Duh. Because that's what frozen pipes do.
Our suite is on the first floor. Directly under all the laundry rooms. Apparently, water poured out of the pipe all night and ran through the walls to pool in our suite.
They say they've taken any of our clothes that looked wet to the dry cleaners.
At first, that's all that sounded like it had been damaged. However, in the last 48 hours or so They have announced that we will have to move all of our stuff to new rooms in another dorm building for at least three weeks. Because they have to replace the drywall, and the carpet, and God knows what else.
Our new rooms are on the third floor of a building with no elevators.
The building has communal bathrooms.
All our tea is probably ruined.&
The worst part is that most of my books were stacked on the floor in the suite.
My Chaucer! My Sir Gawain! My lovely gold embossed copy of Middle March!
Beowulf was probably down there too. Kill me.
* Which contains the all important WWBOM^ couch.
^ What Will Become Of Me?#
# For the illustrious origins of the WWBOM couch, see Animal Husbandry by Laura Zigman.
** This is so not our fault. It's not any more weird smelling now than it was when we first stepped through the door. In fact, it might even smell better. Thank you, Febreze.
*** It's about 70 degrees where I am right now :D I love the West Coast.
**** Actually, our college's idiot Energy Czar, who I am convinced is lining his pockets with the money he is saving by keeping most of the buildings really, really cold, and only turning on the heat from 12:06 to 12:11 in the afternoon.
& Susan's side of the suite was actually supposed to have stayed dry. So her stuff is probably fine. We both still have to move out though.