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rejectomorph) wrote2024-06-29 02:43 am
rejectomorph) wrote2024-06-29 02:43 am
Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Ninety-Nine
Semi-catastrophic day Friday. I was wakened early by a plumber who informed me that a new flood in the front apartment had led them to shut down the cold water as well as the hot. I had only enough water in the toilet tank for one flush, and I spent the morning trying to arrange delivery of some bottled water. The niece and nephew who usually help me out had gone out of town for the weekend. I finally got hold of another nephew who eventually brought over two five-gallon bottles, but by then the plumbers had figured out that the morning flood had not been a new break in the cold water pipe, but someone in the upstairs bathroom trying to shower with cold water, and the cold backed up into the broken hot water pipe and flooded the downstairs kitchen.
So, they were able to turn off the hot water at each faucet in each apartment and prevent a repeat, so we had cold water again after all. The initial report had been that we'd be without water altogether until Monday at the soonest, as they'd have been unable to finish the job on one day and they didn't work on weekends. For a couple of hours I was in full ohnoI'mscrewed mode. After the crisis passed I managed to get a few hours of sleep, interrupted by a couple of phone calls from various relatives wanting updates. More recently I've made some pasta and sautéed mushrooms, which made me a bit sick, probably from too much oil and butter. I'm still exhausted and quite ready to go back to sleep. Today being Saturday I'm hoping for fewer interruptions.
While cooking, I tossed some of the mushrooms into the pan and splashed hot oil on my palm, which hurts and has me quite unhappy and pissed off at that stupid old guy who did the ridiculous thing (that would be me.) I have an ointment to put on it, but I doubt it will help much. I'll just have to wait the pain out, while washing dishes and everything else with water heated in a kettle on the stove, and enduring the worst heat wave in several years. Fortunately my palm feels better when my hand is wrapped around a cold beer. I've got lots of beer. But something tells me I'll soon be needing to replenish it anyway.
For distraction, I've been watching this video featuring a rather spectacular rendition of Cuban composer Ernesto Lecuona's "La Comparsa," featuring pianist Frank Fernández, with (eventually) full orchestra and a chorus.
So, they were able to turn off the hot water at each faucet in each apartment and prevent a repeat, so we had cold water again after all. The initial report had been that we'd be without water altogether until Monday at the soonest, as they'd have been unable to finish the job on one day and they didn't work on weekends. For a couple of hours I was in full ohnoI'mscrewed mode. After the crisis passed I managed to get a few hours of sleep, interrupted by a couple of phone calls from various relatives wanting updates. More recently I've made some pasta and sautéed mushrooms, which made me a bit sick, probably from too much oil and butter. I'm still exhausted and quite ready to go back to sleep. Today being Saturday I'm hoping for fewer interruptions.
While cooking, I tossed some of the mushrooms into the pan and splashed hot oil on my palm, which hurts and has me quite unhappy and pissed off at that stupid old guy who did the ridiculous thing (that would be me.) I have an ointment to put on it, but I doubt it will help much. I'll just have to wait the pain out, while washing dishes and everything else with water heated in a kettle on the stove, and enduring the worst heat wave in several years. Fortunately my palm feels better when my hand is wrapped around a cold beer. I've got lots of beer. But something tells me I'll soon be needing to replenish it anyway.
For distraction, I've been watching this video featuring a rather spectacular rendition of Cuban composer Ernesto Lecuona's "La Comparsa," featuring pianist Frank Fernández, with (eventually) full orchestra and a chorus.