What the DEVIL – am I doing in FRANCE?!?!?
Just in case any or everyone reading my blog thinks we live a charmed life, I’m going to tell you what happened today.
Instead of using 250 euros to go out to the local and very colorful marche (outdoor market) and put into my closet the most loveliest of spring frocks, instead, – I took that 250 euros and bought a de-humdifier. Why you ask? Oh, please, let me tell you why…….. let me count the ways.
Since our 8 months in the 33 square meter apartment , we have enjoyed freezing cold temperatures, even in the south of France, where hot water bottles were necessary to make our bed something we wanted to crawl into – even from top to toe flannel covered bodies because the sheets were so cold.
We also have to hang our pajamas, (mine are very sexy ofcourse)…over the heater so that when we put them on they are not freezing cold -damp. That was WINTER. Now it’s SPRING. We still turn on the heater to warm up our PJ’s. Since it’s spring – There is a lot of rain, but even without the rain, we are in what is comparable to a basement and our towels never dry, so we dry ourselves after each shower with WET towels.
Each morning I go into my closet and find a pair of jeans and top and undergarments. They are ALWAYS damp. If I remember a head of time, while making coffee, I’ll turn on the heater again and dry them a bit before putting them on and my husband’s.
When we go to bed at night – my 1600 thread count sheets are still cold in the spring- and they are damp, yuk, ………it’s not a lovely feeling.
Because of all this dampness, we have incurred a special visitor in the “living room.” It’s Mr. Mold and it’s very black and has become quite a work of art lately not unlike the special exhibit we saw today of PICASSO
as it spreads far and wide across the ceiling and now has become a groups of dots as it works its way down the wall towards the tile floor.
Oh yes, we have mentioned this to our propriotor, but things take a while here to get remedied. So, we took the bull by the horns and went out to buy our own di-humdifier, which ofcourse we cannot bring back to the United States as it’s different plug, different current.
You know, it’s all so very interesting. My propritor has many things on his mind at the moment, mainly 1 ) that he has a wife with Breast Cancer. He’s a little pre-occupied, so I do not wish to push the envelope, so to speak, because he has a lot to deal with every single day.
The other thing is – Oklahoma. Here I digress – I whine, I say how HUMID my flat is when there are countless people in OK and elsewhere that do not even have a flat, a home, even a bedroom left.
Well, Mr. Di-humdifier is purring away as I write this and I’ll let you know if it’s an improvement. It better be a 250 euro improvement in my estimation, because I really wanted those spring frocks – but am grateful everyday – sometimes through gritted teeth, for what I have.
I can hear the water dripping into the collector in the de-humidifier as we speak. It’s a beautiful thing to be dry behind the ears !