In grad school I had a copy of the Feminist Manifesto, along with a poster of a fish riding a bicycle, taped to the walls of my office, and I feel that says everything you need to know. I am firmly a Rosie the Riveter woman at heart, and yet in the past two and a half decades, I have become a little lazy and complacent. My husband is an incredibly handy person, and so I have just let all jobs requiring handiness to slide into his corner; in theory I do not believe in gendered division of labour, but my practice seems to tell a different story.
Right now, my husband is on a weeks-long trip with my older son, and is mostly out of cell phone range.
In the past week since he has been gone, I have dealt with a non-working air conditioner along with a weird communication problem with the air conditioning people, I have learned about the issue with the air conditioner and how to keep it working until the part for the permanent solution arrives, I have destroyed and cleaned up an ant infestation, and I have resolved an issue with our water filtration system. All of these situations arose the second he left town, and really could not wait until his return. Particularly the ants.
Actually, dealing with the ants was the easiest of all. After using the shop vac and some seemingly useless ant traps, I overcame my distaste for harsh chemicals, and committed what can only be described as chemical warfare on my baseboards. It was ant carnage. Typically I am a person who saves insects and puts them outside, but a colony of ants taking up residence in my kitchen is an entirely different story. Once I saw a few of them on my countertop it was an all-out war.
The problem with the air conditioning means that I am checking the heat pump every morning for error messages, and happily it has been working. Less happily, while checking the heat pump I heard a beeping alarm and figured out it was coming from the water filtration system, something I know basically nothing about. I started to low-level panic, but I remembered what my cousin Cory’s wife Barb said to me last weekend when I told her about my complete ineptitude regarding vehicular maintenance: You know, Nicole, there is always a user manual.
YES. I am a smart woman, I thought, I can figure this out. I found the user manual. I discovered that the UV lamp and something called a quartz sleeve needed replacing. There were many pages of steps to do so, and I am extremely poor at doing anything requiring mechanical ability or hand-eye coordination, but my younger son is very good at those things. If there is one thing I can do, it’s read, and if there are two things I can do, it is to dictate and delegate. I thought he could do the work and I could read the directions and talk him through it.
We just needed the parts.
I searched the product’s website and found a local distributor. I called, and talked to a lovely fellow named Brent, who assured me that they did have that exact UV lamp in stock, and yes, they were open all day. I cheerfully said I would come by and pick it up, and oh, by the way, did they have this quartz sleeve thing? At this point, Brent interrupted me, in a voice that was tinged with what can only be described as alarm, to ask if I was a “mechanical kind of person.” Probably he wouldn’t ask a man that, but believe me, I was happy he did, because he said it was a “pretty complicated fix” and that many had tried, but not many had succeeded in replacing the quartz sleeve. The uptake of this whole conversation was that this was a service he could provide, and am I free Tuesday? I sure am, and knowing this was a service I could pay for would have saved me twenty minutes of conversation, but I was relieved that this precluded me probable crying bouts and possibly a having flood or contaminated water.
Speaking of floods, the family reunion took place in a campground, and my parents, along with other relatives, had secured the services of a company that rents trailers; the company sets it all up, and all you need to do is show up. Perfection! I was sleeping in a bunk bed, which I haven’t done since I was at actual sleepaway camp, and, predictably, I fell out of it on the first night. I was climbing down to use the bathroom at 3 in the morning but my foot got caught up in my sleeping bag, and I ended up falling on the floor with a dramatic bang. My mother sat up, screaming What happened? She was right to be alarmed, not because I was hurt – I wasn’t really – but because so many things had already gone wrong with our little trailer. She probably thought the whole thing exploded or something. Prior to my tumble, the handle broke off of what we learned the hard way was a non-working fridge, slicing my finger as it broke, we discovered that the water heater and shower were both non-functional, and, probably relatedly, the water in the trailer was slowly leaking out of the bottom, resulting in an enormous puddle underneath. Do you know your trailer is leaking? every single person asked us, but fortunately, the aforementioned Cousin Cory, a seasoned RVer, managed things. Cory also thought that the loud bang in the night was someone breaking into his storage container, and so he was pretty happy that it was just me, falling out of bed. By the end of the next day, every single relative, including small children, had asked me if I was okay after my fall, so news travels fast.
Coming home to the ant situation was actually better than the biting fly situation we had at the campground. If ever you want to be protected from biting insects, please sit beside me. I am a magnet for them. Everyone else is safe around me. My lower legs, and my ankles in particular, look like I have a mix between the chicken pox and leprosy. I guess my foot fetish Only Fans page will have to wait another day.
On the topic of feet, Rex was absolutely filthy by the time I picked him up from the boarding kennel; his white paws were a gross shade of beige. He was pretty grubby going in, but after a week of playing with all the other dogs, the situation was dire. This is not my first dog boarding rodeo, so I had the foresight to book him in a few days after his return, and he was so beautifully clean for three hours, at which time he went rolling in the dusty dry grass. I knew the gig would be up after his walk the following day anyway.
As Rex repeatedly rolled around, getting dirty, I was busy in my garden, which, in my absence, had gone completely rogue. I had picked all the zucchinis before I left, and still, this was waiting for me on my return:
That was from one day, and I have picked multiple zucchinis since. I am overwhelmed by zucchini, and also tomatoes:
Also: my first red peppers!
The greens are all done for the year, though, and so I am going to replant in a week or two when it’s not so hot. I’ve always dreamed of having a “fall garden” so I hope this works.
Weekly Reading
I Capture The Castle. I had never even heard of this book until Engie (HI ENGIE) suggested it for the Cool Bloggers Book Club, which I highly suggest you join! You neither have to be cool nor a blogger, but you should probably read the book. I won’t put my thoughts here – I usually read the books on schedule but I had this from the library and it had to go back, so I raced through it – instead, I will be commenting at the book club. I will say that it was absolutely NOTHING like I expected, and also, I am happy to be alive in the year 2024. Look around, look around, how lucky we are to be alive right now.
No One Tells You This. The author of this book is the creator of the excellent podcast Wilder, which I totally recommend, but that’s not why I picked this book up. I heard her speaking on another podcast, and she told an anecdote about her mother, who had struggled with her weight her whole life. The author went to see her when she was dying of Parkinson’s-related dementia, and was taken aback by how terribly thin she was. The author’s mother was excited – so very happy – about her newfound thinness, in the face of her imminent death, and this was so poignant and moving that I knew I’d have to read it. “Look how thin I am! Can you believe it?” she says over and over. This is a very engaging memoir of a single, childfree woman in the year after she turned forty. Two parts especially of note: when she is a waitress, and tells a coworker she’s envious of a starlet who walks in. “‘Oh no’, she said, turning to me sternly, ‘don’t you think that. She has plenty of her own problems which are just as terrible to her as yours are to you.'” She also talks about her friends: “It was only fifteen years later…that I understood that sometimes saving someone simply means opening the door, letting them in for a deeply mundane holiday celebration, and asking absolutely nothing of them other than that they take up the space you’ve made for them.” It was a beautiful story of a woman working through her own life.
Speaking of a woman working through her life, last week felt like it was three months long, dealing with so many issues. Let’s hope that this week is much more smooth, and that you all are gliding through August with style! And hopefully not broken air-conditioning. xo
The trailer situation sounds like a lot! I’m glad you are okay. It seems like everyone is having issues with stuff breaking down, and weird things happening. We went to leave our hotel in Invermere on Saturday, and tried to start the car – except that it wouldn’t. We had a dead battery. We were grateful this didn’t happen on a stop along highway 93 though, where there is no cell service. I don’t like to believe it, but I did read it’s Mercury Retrograde sooo?? Also, the zucchini!!
I kind of wondered if Mercury was in retrograde but didn’t look it up, and now I just did, and YOU ARE CORRECT. Thank goodness the battery died where you can get help!
That’s a lot of household issues to deal with at once. I am no good at that kind of thing, but Beth is, so the kids got to grow up seeing some people are mechanical and others aren’t without gender being an issue. That said, Noah does seem to show more aptitude in that regard than North.
What bounty from the garden! We just got home yesterday and since our garden is smaller than yours I was happy to see two cucumbers, maybe a cup of cherry tomatoes (which we will eat with dinner tonight), twice as many zinnias as we had when we left, and new sunflowers, too.
Steph, you have hit the nail on the head exactly. My sons have grown up with a largely mechanically incompetent mother, one who cries when the “check engine” light comes on, and that does give me pause as to what message I have sent them!
Today I found ANOTHER 3 foot zucchini that was hiding, so it will be zucchini for dinner forever now.
Well, I’m laughing at the description of your family reunion. i’m sure you had fun- but it reminded me of why I don’t like campgrounds, even if I’m sleeping in a trailer.
Ants. I gently usher every other bug out of my house unharmed- including roaches and spiders- but there’s nothing you can do about ants except poison them. I know, it’s terrible. But we have so many ants in our area, we would be completely taken over if we didn’t put down ant traps and change them out regularly.
As usual, your photos of Rex cheered up my morning! And- No One Tells You This sounds really good. I want to read it!
Well and ants take over and get into everything and next thing you know they are in your pantry and aieeeeee bring on the spray.
So much sympathy on the absent husband/urgent maintenance situation! Once when the kids were smaller my husband left for a three-week backpacking trip with one of the older boys, and by the last week, when an urgent plumbing issue arose, my brain was just completely short-circuited from being on my own for so long. I hope all of your remaining appliances behave themselves impeccably until the rest of your crew returns.
On a different note: did you happen to recommend You Are Here? I think it was probably someone else, but I can’t remember now. It might be up your alley, though I know you tend to read more books by women. It is uproariously funny despite its focus on two ferociously lonely people.
Ah! You understand completely!!! If anything else goes wrong just bring me some wine and a funnel.
That wasn’t me but I’ll look up You Are Here!
My sister’s husband travels a lot for work and I swear the issues all wait until he is across the country to rear their heads. It’s so uncanny. Phil is rarely gone so I have not had to handle much of anything on my own. I am an independent woman and lived alone for many years but mechanical things overwhelm me. We have a sink you can touch to turn on and off which I love because then I don’t have to touch the handle of the sink with dirty hands but Phil LOATHES this sink because when the batteries go out, the sink does not turn on which is very annoying. Well the batteries died when he was at his guys’ night on Saturday night so I replaced them and things were fine. Then Sunday morning it would not work. I jiggled things and tried to figure out what was amiss and then just gave up because he was upstairs sleeping and the breakfast dishes could wait until he woke up.
That memoir sounds great!!
Oh a non-working sink feels nightmarish to me! Ai-yi-yi. Although that does sound like a very cool feature!
Okay, I had to stop reading to come comment, because ANTS. I am very glad you overcame your harsh chemicals stance. We have an AGREEMENT with the insects, that they will occupy their (hidden) spaces and we will occupy ours, and if they violate the terms, you have to wipe ’em out.
Also, I empathize so very much with the “I am a smart woman, I can figure this out” stance, and also SO VERY MUCH with paying someone else to do it. Right now, I have two issues I need to address: 1. The ice maker in the fridge is (still) not working and I feel like I should at least TRY to fix it before I call the fridge guy and 2. Our grill is (still) not working properly, and at least my dad and I took it apart together to diagnose the issue so I have some basic understanding of how to fix it, I just need to order the right parts and then do the installation. As much as I feel satisfaction when I end up tackling these kinds of outside-my-wheelhouse tasks… I don’t wanna.
Okay going back to read the rest.
YOU FELL OUT OF THE BUNK BED?!?! Omg! That sounds so traumatizing!!!!
The trailer sounds like a nightmare. Too bad the company doesn’t supply FUNCTIONAL trailers.
And ohhhhhh Nicole. My kid and I are both Fly Attractors and we both have highly reactive skin, so I feel for you with the biting fly situation. That’s awful.
I am so envious of your beautiful and abundant produce! Also those zucchini are enormous!
I hope this week is easy and breezy with no insects or home repairs!
Okay but you are so amazing, the things you have fixed in your house, Suzanne! The things you have fixed! You are an inspiration to us all.
My skin looks just terrible from the bites, I am actually feeling grossly self conscious.
ANTS ANTS ANTS
Nicole! That’s a lot with the ants and the air-conditioning! You have to take readings every morning? I’m so proud of you for doing that. That would break me. I know you’re a reader, but just throwing this out there in case it’s helpful, some people use YouTube videos as guides.
But look at your veggies and look at Rex! I like the picture where you’re holding the veggies because it really gives a sense of the scale of those zukes! I’m an insect magnet too, so I’ll share some of that misery with you when we get together. Google has *no* suggestions on how to keep sand flies from biting! :/
Let’s seize the rest of summer!
I used so much bug spray, to absolutely no avail. RIP my skin.
THANK YOU for seeing me and my air-conditioning fiasco. When I got home it was over 30 degrees in the house and I thought I might die. Happily, all seems to be well.
Ohhhh Nooooo! Ants!!! I’m creepy crawly all over just reading about them. I’m glad you were merciless with them! I have a thing about bugs, especially spiders, and I do not put anything back outside. Come in at your own peril, insects!
You had a lot to deal with, and you handled it in your awesome way! I’m cheering for you!
Ants especially are a nightmare! They get everywhere. We had issues before so I am glad it seems to be resolved!
Oh lord, trying to get out of a bunk bed in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and falling out while in a trailer with your parents – the levels of humiliation. I’ve always thought the thing where someone else brings in a trailer and parks it for you sounds great, but not if it’s a piece of crap.
It always seems like everything breaks as soon as Matt’s out of Canadian airspace – I have replaced fuses, changed the giant light bulb in our giant tv, troubleshot the air conditioning and emptied mouse traps, and I am bitter about all of it – what did I even get married FOR?
There was a hilarious newspaper column about all the creative ways people have to find to get rid of zucchini years ago, including drive-by zucchini-ing, and I still giggle when I think about it.
I’m just glad I didn’t break anything. I landed pretty hard on my back and wrist, and it was a bit sore. Imagine having to answer the question “how did you break your wrist?” Well, I fell out of a bunk bed when my foot got stuck in my sleeping bag.
EMPTIED MOUSE TRAPS NO. I know, I kind of think that too “did I get married to take out my own recycling?”
I have the same setup as you where for the most part Hubs does “man” stuff and I do “woman” stuff, but I picked up a few “man” jobs when Hubs was on the long Boy Scout trip last month, and you know what? Stuff got done!
I’m reading ICTC on schedule so I can’t respond to fully to “I am glad to be alive in 2024” yet except to say: YES. I enjoy movies and books from 100 years ago, but that is a very different thing than wanting to be alive back then.
I mean, think of things like toilets, and washing machines! And fridges. And not living in a crumbling old castle.
I’m pretty proud I figured out all the stuff! I mean, the ants were something we had dealt with before so it’s not like I “figured it out” but still!
Is that line from Hamilton?? At first I thought it was In The Heights… Anyway, I just broke into song while reading this!
As a mostly swinging single gal, as I believe you called me, I have learned to fix most things myself. I don’t always want to, but I can. However, sometimes calling the appropriate person to do it for you is so much better emotionally that it is completely worth it. I am lucky to also have family and friends who are handy and will help if I ask. I am proud of you for getting the things done and I am certainly sure your husband is happy to not have to come home from being away and then have to deal with all of the things!
PS I wish I could have some of your tomatoes. I gardened way longer than I really wanted to because of the love of a fresh tomato.
It is a line from Hamilton, it’s from the Schuyler Sisters, and it’s one of my favourite lines of all time.
Believe you me, I HAVE ALL THE TOMATOES!!!
I am the same way you are with bugs; I try to save them in almost every situation (yes, even the scary spiders), but I am right there with ants on kitchen counters.
Your vegetables!! Oh my goodness! They are beautiful!
Gosh, that book about the woman who lost weight…my dad lost so much weight during his cancer battle that he became obsessed with it. Whenever I saw him, he mentioned it. He was very proud of his new weight. He also struggled with his weight for most of his adult life, but he never talked about it until he got cancer. 😔
Oof, Kari, that’s really a rough thing to hear. That must have been so hard for you. Our society always celebrates when there is weight loss involved, and I think it’s pretty terrible that it does, because sometimes the weight loss is for a not-to-be-celebrated reason. xo
Oh my goodness Nicole, what a week! I’m the only handy one in our house, but those problems would have brought me to my knees.
That dying woman being so happy about her thinness kind of breaks my heart.
It broke my heart too, Pat, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
Well it sounds like you triumphed over many challenges this week!
I once fell out of a top bunk in college- i woke up and, forfetting I was in the top bunk, swung my feet over the side of the bed and stood up. Only there was just air and I came tumbling down and hit the floor. Nothing hurt but my pride, but it was quite alarming.
That is amazing zucchini situation you have going o there! What ate you going to do with it all???
Well, that is an excellent question! I have given away quite a bit of it, I’m freezing a lot of it, cooking with some of it, and I think I’m going to dry some more to make into zucchini chips.
OMG, Nicole — you fell out of a bunkbed! I’m so glad you were not hurt! I’m sure it was scary, though…that feeling of falling, specially in the middle of the night!
I am also a magnet for bugs! I can go out with my husband and son and I’d get 3000 bites and they’d get none. I’m glad they don’t have my problem! I have found that peppermint essential oils help a lot. Be careful with application specially around your eyes — but we were in Yosemite camping and my sister said she could see mosquitoes hovering around my face but won’t come closer to bite me…it’s like I was wearing an invisible shield! LOL
Oh, how I wish I could garden in-ground and reap bounty! The one summer I planted in containers, it was fairly successful….but we also have a lot of bugs that thrive on the leaves. It was more work than I wanted to do! LOL But it’s such a wonderful feeling to see your plants bearing fruit!!
Wow — all those things you had to fix by yourself! My hat’s off to you! Great job!
Oooh, peppermint oil – that’s a good idea.
Too bad about all the bugs on your plants! I had containers mostly when I lived in Calgary. We have had to fence everything here because of so many deer, badgers, etc who would eat all our plants.
Oh gosh. I’m totally picturing your mom as George’s mom on Seinfeld. Too funny. Glad you are OK, but that whole camping experience along with the travel issues sounds like a sitcom episode.
That’s so sad that being skinny in this season of life made that woman so very happy.
I feel totally competent to handle repairs as they happen, so long as that repair involves calling a number and getting something serviced. I’m like you though, typically I defer these sort of issues to Coach.
I owned a little one bedroom condo before we were married. I had an issue with the furnace once and I felt like the guy that came out was trying to sell me something over and above what was needed. I called his bluff. “Thanks for your estimate. I’m gonna call someone else now. I don’t think xyz is necessary.” He went out to his truck and then came back and agreed to fix only what was needed. I felt very empowered in that moment. I was all “Take advantage of a woman, will you?”
Waging chemical warfare on the ant colony was totally justified. Rex and his dirty paws made me smile as usual.
I’m almost finished with All the Light We Cannot See and I’m hoping I have enough time before my next book club book to read the Cool Bloggers Club book. I’ll have to stop at the library and see if they have a copy.
Oh, and your zucchini harvest is making so much sense. When I go on my run there are multiple houses with boxes of zucchinis displayed with ‘free’ signs on them.
Hahaha, no, Jerry’s mom, not George’s – that would be a whole different level!
Did you like All the Light We Cannot See? I read it a while back and enjoyed it a lot.
I love All the Light We Cannot See. So good.
My husband’s reaction to ants in the house is as if someone had detonated a nuclear bomb in our kitchen, so I know the answer to ants. Taro baits are miraculous. I would just cry if a major appliance broke when my husband was out of town. And probably call Norm the Neighbor Guy who will vote for Trump, but loves our lesbian neighbors and lets me use his pickup truck sometimes to go to the compost.
When I bathe Hannah in the driveway, I towel her off and then take her for a walk around the block so that if she shakes, the water will land in nature and not in my dining room, but she inevitably will take her fresh clean self and roll in grass. Because that’s what dogs do, I guess. I’ll never have a clean house again and that’s okay.
You know what, Norm the Neighbour is proof that people contain multitudes!
I know what you mean, I am okay with my non-clean floors.
ANTSSSS. That’s the worst. It just feels like they keep multiplying when you find them?! I hate that. Chemical warfare is the only solution.
The one thing I love about renting is that when stuff like this happens, I can just call maintenance and they’ll send someone out to fix it. Even if it’s slightly embarrassing (like the time I thought my garbage disposal was broken but it was just because I had a measuring spoon lodged in it, oops). I am a proud feminist in many respects, but house maintenance is not my forte!
I loved No One Tells You This – it was such a great book for me to read and feel seen and understood. I didn’t know she has a podcast!
Stephany, it wasn’t a podcast that she hosted, she was on the podcast as a guest promoting her newest book (which I’m excited to read). I think it was either Forever 35 or Everything Is Fine.
Calling maintenance is such a nice thing to be able to do, I agree, house maintenance is very trying!
Wow, we both had lousy weeks last week. I agree that the ant traps do no good. Or maybe I’m not patient enough? We had to resort to chemicals, which I hate. I’m proud of you for your fix it attitude. I’m good at anything that can be solved with a hammer, screwdriver or glue gun, but that’s about it!
I read two depressing/boring books in a row, The Cliffs and Women and Children First. It was disappointing because I loved all of J Courtney Sullivan’s other books. And the other book was highly recommended. At least I’m reading a good one now called Beautiful Country. I’ll check out your recommendations!
Last week was three months long, I swear. I think ant traps do take time – but in that time, they could be multiplying and swarming your house! Aieee.
I Capture the Castle is one of my all-time favorite books. I’m shocked you’ve not read it before this. So happy to know you’ve found it now. As for your heat pump messages, I’m laughing. I get up each morning to read our HVAC system’s latest complaint. Good advice about a user manual… if you happen to have one.
I’m shocked also that I haven’t read it – or had even heard of it!
Someone told me that you can find user manuals online but that feels like an overwhelming proposition to me.
I’m intrigued by heat pumps. I want to find out whether one would work in our specific situation or not.
Ugh on the weight while dying thing. I know of several people who were dying from cancer and people talked about how great they looked. Note to self: Do not compliment someone on their weight loss unless you know they have been trying. In a related horrible note, my daughter suffered from an eating disorder for about 18 months when she was in middle school. It was terrifying. She was angry and scared and resentful and hated herself even more than she hated us or the doctors. Strangers would come up to me on the street and tell me how beautiful she was. And I mean YES, my daughter is beautiful, but strangers have never come up to me on the street when she was at a weight when she was healthy and able to menstruate. I fucking hate people.
Wow, I’m sorry, that got dark fast. I have a lot of feelings that I don’t put out on my blog on this issue. Deep sigh.
Oh Julie, I am so sorry that you went through that. How helpless you must have felt. This whole thing just underscores the insidious belief in our society that thinner is better, no matter what, and it is just not true. It is very upsetting. Almost all the women I know who have had dramatic weight loss have either suffered something terrible that caused that weight loss OR have suffered terrible health consequences due to that weight loss. I feel it’s so inappropriate for anyone to discuss anyone else’s body!
We have Tiny Ant Season here, and I am mostly ok with it because the chemicals freak me out. Also same patriarchal split on chores **shrug**
I don’t love the chemicals for sure, but I love less having ants swarming my kitchen, yikes!
I gotta love Cory and the advise about manuals, but I much prefer to call a professional. 🤣
The ants sound horrific, so does the falling out of the trailer and the antics created at camp. I too am a magnet for biting things, I have much sympathy for you and your chicken pox/leprosy legs.
I’m loving Capture The Castle and I’m thrilled to be alive in 2024!!
Calling a professional is almost always the way to go!
My husband is NOT handy at all, so I am the one fixing things around the house (and I’ve gone down the Google rabbit holes many times), so kudos for you for dealing with everything while your husband was away! I think it’s amazing. 🙂
We recently had ants too and that is the only thing that Jon takes care of around here: any insects around the house – inside and out! – and I appreciate that. We don’t have biting flys really but I am sure I’d be a magnet for them if we did.
OMG, and look at this bounty from your garden. I am in awe. What are you making with all these giant zucchinis??
P.S. I don’t have to mention that Rex looks adorable – filthy or not – right?
I admire you for being so handy, San!
Hahahaha. Been reading you for a short time – found you via life of a doctor’s wife blog – and love both of your blogs, excellent writing, take on life, and your laugh-out-loud humour. In light of that, I would like to make a totally irreverent comment – have you thought of sending that pic of you with all that suggestively huge zucchini to some weird fetish site LOL. (I just googled “sex site” to find some terminology to use for this suggestion and . . . well, listen to me when I say do not go there. I’m off to erase my search bar history file before my grandchildren – who are visiting next week – see it.) Senior citizens. The work never stops.
Hi Laurie! Thanks for being here! Hahahaha yes, probably should clear the search function. I remember my kids when they were in kindergarten and grade one, my older son was obsessed with Canadian wild animals. I let them look at my laptop as I was making dinner and my son said “Mom, I am going to google what baby beavers look like” and wow, I have never moved across a room so quickly.