When Pete and I moved in to this place, we were warned to be careful taking showers. Something said by the chatty wife-of-the-landlord in passing, with a few worrisome glances at a very water-damaged corner of the kitchen. No problem, we said, and went off to take various showers, returning to find the crock-o'-kitchen utensils (refered to 'round here as The Crock o' Shit) had become a crock 'o water.
This was back in april, and I got out my trusty little toolbox and my trusty little debit card, and I tacked a shower curtain over the offending wall of the 'tub surround', which has a wood framed window set in it, which we deemed to be the culprit. All was fine and dandy - the leaks pretty much stopped.
Then the cold water tap started having problems.
Then I had a row of incredibly busy weeks, and my joints decided to contribute. So I had a bath. The next morning, my kitchen was soaked. Plumbing issues, anyone?
It's been drip-drip-dripping for days now. It fills up at least a mixing bowl every eight hours, and yesterday it had overflowed onto the floor, which made me decide against a hot breakfast using the electric stove this morning. I settled for a granola bar and a cup of milk which, though it hadn't turned, was definitly looking around the corner. Then I went to work and tried to call the landlord, three times, without even hitting voiicemail. I asked my neighbors (his daughter, her SO, and their kids*) if they had an alternate number, and they said he had a heart attack over the weekend and they'd put in a stint.
I. Am. Moving.
The good side of this is that I get to use the icon I thugged from someone over at
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*Their kids are adorable. When I was talking to David, the 20-month-ish-old toddled out, grabbed a finger or two with each hand, and just stood there the entire time we talked. I suppose he was feeling friendly.
This was back in april, and I got out my trusty little toolbox and my trusty little debit card, and I tacked a shower curtain over the offending wall of the 'tub surround', which has a wood framed window set in it, which we deemed to be the culprit. All was fine and dandy - the leaks pretty much stopped.
Then the cold water tap started having problems.
Then I had a row of incredibly busy weeks, and my joints decided to contribute. So I had a bath. The next morning, my kitchen was soaked. Plumbing issues, anyone?
It's been drip-drip-dripping for days now. It fills up at least a mixing bowl every eight hours, and yesterday it had overflowed onto the floor, which made me decide against a hot breakfast using the electric stove this morning. I settled for a granola bar and a cup of milk which, though it hadn't turned, was definitly looking around the corner. Then I went to work and tried to call the landlord, three times, without even hitting voiicemail. I asked my neighbors (his daughter, her SO, and their kids*) if they had an alternate number, and they said he had a heart attack over the weekend and they'd put in a stint.
I. Am. Moving.
The good side of this is that I get to use the icon I thugged from someone over at
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*Their kids are adorable. When I was talking to David, the 20-month-ish-old toddled out, grabbed a finger or two with each hand, and just stood there the entire time we talked. I suppose he was feeling friendly.
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Date: 2006-08-26 01:27 am (UTC)From:It figures that pretty much as soon as you found that Icon, you found something worth using it for ;-)
The parts of the kitchen work I can help with are wrapping up, so I'll be back down Wednesday night, actually gonna stay for at least a few days this time.
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Date: 2006-08-26 04:38 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-08-26 03:52 am (UTC)From:Wonderfully appropriate icon though.
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Date: 2006-08-29 05:19 pm (UTC)From:Oh, and moving is good too. A crippled kitchen is a sad, sad thing.
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Date: 2006-08-29 06:48 pm (UTC)From:Where are you now, and what are you up to? I feel out of the loop - tell all!