I was searching for something; although, I can no longer remember what that was. I’d looked in my closet, and I’d searched the master bedroom. I looked in the Texas bedroom (so called because I’ve got lots of kitschy Texas stuff displayed there). I searched the office with its multitude of drawers and cabinets.
Having failed to find whatever the heck it was I was searching for in any of the places mentioned above, I opened the door to the antique bedroom. It’s a rather small room and crowded with antique furnishings, so I don’t have much room to store things in there. Surely whatever the heck I’d been searching for wasn’t in there, but I should at least check before ruling it out.
As soon as I entered the room a horrible smell akin to that of a bundle of athletic socks that had been worn through eighteen consecutive sweaty workouts and then stuffed into a green duffel bag and stored in a musty locker greeted me.
I found the problem immediately. Just for the record the carpet in the antique bedroom is not supposed to look like this.
Mold shouldn’t be growing on the baseboard, and the carpet really shouldn’t make “squish, squish” sounds when one walks from point A to point B. I’m not a plumber, but I know a problem when I step in it.
Studly Doright arrived home soon after my discovery. With little fanfare I led him to the room where he immediately did what guys like Studly do:
After much cutting and cursing, grunting and grumbling, Studly determined absolutely nothing beyond the need to call a plumber.
Now there are two boxes of family keepsakes that had been stored on the floor in the closet of the antique bedroom drying on various surfaces in the kitchen.
Fortunately I don’t think anything important was ruined, but it was a near thing. So even though I never found whatever the hell it was I’d been searching for, my search did prevent a catastrophe. As my friend Hunny says, “I’m a lucky, lucky girl.”
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I love reading your stories. Most days they keep me grounded. Keep writing maybe write a book.
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Thanks for your support! You know I’ve started a book. But I’m stuck at about the 20,000 word mark. I write a bit and delete a bit. Every day.
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You can do it. We talked about this remember and you know you can send me a kind of outline etc xxx
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I know. I appreciate the offer.
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good luck with fixing everything!
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Thanks! It’s a mess, but could have been much worse.
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Arrrggg, I know that feeling! My husband is pretty handy but plumbing problems generally turn into multiple days of grumbling and messes. I hope your family treasures survive the ordeal.
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I think the treasures will be fine! I really dodged a bullet there.
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Ouch. I hate mildew and mold. I’m glad none of your treasures are ruined. – Marty
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I have felt physically ill since discover the mold. I know it’s in my head, but I just feel icky.
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Glad you are optimistic about the treasures. Have you thought of retracing all your footsteps back to where you started – you might remember then 🙂
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I think I was looking for a particular Halloween decoration!
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Yuk!
How’s that for a well-thought-out comment?
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Succinct and relevant. A+
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Awww, geez. I’ve always been a sucker for A+s.
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