It was the coldest day of the year, perhaps of the past several years, a minus 4 degrees. So naturally this was moving day for Bridget and S.
S.'s parents rented a large van for the trek to Louisville. It was filled and we were ready to go when we realized one of the cats were missing. S. has two cats, the second being Phoebe. Phoebe was no help with the search. We looked high and low, outside and in and Black Kat was nowhere to be found. Finally, Phoebe tired of not being the center of attention, led us to the dryer, where she crouched and if she were an Irish Setter, would have pointed. There hidden behind the dyer, was Black Kat, who if were human, would have been laughing.
The apartment in Louisville is located in an old high rise building. Circa 1970. During her time, was the swankiest place to live in Louisville. 28 stories overlooking downtown. Bridget and S. apartment is in the corner of the 13th floor, with a north and west exposure. We marveled at the beautiful view, then went down stairs and began loading the service elevator.
When we returned, the apartment was flooding! Seems the heating unit was turned off and when we turned it on, the heating (here I don't quite understand how this works) unit uses hot water circulating through a base board unit. And that burst. It was awful. Several inches had saturated the carpets and floors by the time they managed to get it turned off.
All's well that end's well. I kept telling them that it could have been worse if all their furniture and belongs had been in the apartment. In the meantime, they were given an apartment to store their belongings and put up in the pent house apartment while theirs is being repaired.
The Penthouse! On floor 27! What a breathtaking view of the sunset! We watched in awe and then pointed out various landmarks in the landscape as the day darkened and finally gave way to night.
We went to a local pub called Shenanigans and ate...Bridget's Dad Mike, who lives in Louisville, Picked up the tab!
I miss Bridget already.