Big Splash
Jun. 13th, 2005 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphThe nephew ended up staying for a third night, which was almost long enough for the cat to become accustomed to his presence. Once, she actually poked her nose into the room in which he was staying, but then scurried off when he looked at her. He has gone now, but the cat is still skittish about that room. Sometime later tonight, I expect that she will carefully give it a thorough inspection.
It was with considerable delight that I discovered that, sometime this morning, the nephew had fixed the faucet of the bathroom sink. For months, it had been losing force, and the slow trickle it emitted was responsible for much delay. When I first used the faucet today, being accustomed to the anemic flow, I turned it on to full force and my pants and shirt were immediately drenched with the evidence of the unannounced repair. I haven't had such enjoyment from a drenching since I played with water pistols as a kid. Having an ample flow of water from that faucet will save me at least four or five minutes a day.
Today, the air was certainly less damp than the newly invigorated faucet made my pants, but there was more than a hint of humidity. For a while, I thought that the polished clouds which periodically dimmed the sunlight might presage another thunderstorm, but they have withdrawn as evening has fallen. Though sultry evening remains muggier than is normal for this place, I doubt that I will be seeing any lightning, or hearing thunder nearby. Maybe there will be that distant rumble which sometimes comes from storms in the mountains on warm nights, but the local sounds, I expect, will be only those made by the crickets and the night birds. The air is perfectly still, and already the scent of the jasmine rises to perfume another night.
Now, what to do with my extra four or five minutes?
It was with considerable delight that I discovered that, sometime this morning, the nephew had fixed the faucet of the bathroom sink. For months, it had been losing force, and the slow trickle it emitted was responsible for much delay. When I first used the faucet today, being accustomed to the anemic flow, I turned it on to full force and my pants and shirt were immediately drenched with the evidence of the unannounced repair. I haven't had such enjoyment from a drenching since I played with water pistols as a kid. Having an ample flow of water from that faucet will save me at least four or five minutes a day.
Today, the air was certainly less damp than the newly invigorated faucet made my pants, but there was more than a hint of humidity. For a while, I thought that the polished clouds which periodically dimmed the sunlight might presage another thunderstorm, but they have withdrawn as evening has fallen. Though sultry evening remains muggier than is normal for this place, I doubt that I will be seeing any lightning, or hearing thunder nearby. Maybe there will be that distant rumble which sometimes comes from storms in the mountains on warm nights, but the local sounds, I expect, will be only those made by the crickets and the night birds. The air is perfectly still, and already the scent of the jasmine rises to perfume another night.
Now, what to do with my extra four or five minutes?
