It's raining men and Russian bots
It seems those pesky Russian bots are at it again. Two have attached themselves to my LJ recently. If any bot barnacles appear on your friends' list, do report them here and LJ Support will investigate and suspend accordingly.
Lately, I've been in the company of men other than Mr. Nite.
Sounds like the beginning of a bar joke doesn't it?
The plumber finally had time to replace the old cleanout pipe in my mother's bedroom wall. It was 60+ years old and corroded. After 2 days of work, I have a new pipe, along with a big hole in the wall and a 2-foot wide hole in the floor. And a layer of concrete dust over everything. I'm glad I tarped my mom's furniture first and removed her bed; she's been sleeping in the living room. The next day, the termite guys showed up promptly at 8AM and began drilling holes in the foundation to treat for termites. (Subterraneans don't respond to fumigation/tenting like the drywood variety.) Yet another major expense, but at least we didn't have to pack up the food, board the cat and move into a motel. Despite what the termite guy said about the chemicals being nearly odorless, they did make my head hurt. But the smell mostly dissipated after 4 hours or so. To my surprise, the original owner of the termite company dropped by to check on things. He must be nearly 90. But it's good to see that he's still active.
Thursday, the plasterer arrived to estimate the repairs to the wall and ended up patching the bedroom floor right then and there. Now I can put my mom's bed back, after I run the air purifier for a few more hours.
The plumber still has to return and fix my mom's kitchen sink. The pipe below is old and cracking. Last night, she called and said that something was wrong with her bathroom sink. I went over and sure enough, there was water on the floor--the pipe underneath was also cracked. I put a bucket underneath for now. Fortunately, over the years, I've been able to build up a small network of people I can call on to fix/repair/treat our place. I've even found independent mechanics to work on our cars so we don't have to overpay at a dealership. Not that they don't make mistakes every now and then, but I trust these guys to do good work and charge me fairly. Which, I have to say, is an improvement over blindly picking someone out of the yellow pages.
Obligatory bar joke: So, a termite went into a bar and asked, "Is the bar tender in here?"
Don't hit me. I blame the chemicals...
Lately, I've been in the company of men other than Mr. Nite.
Sounds like the beginning of a bar joke doesn't it?
The plumber finally had time to replace the old cleanout pipe in my mother's bedroom wall. It was 60+ years old and corroded. After 2 days of work, I have a new pipe, along with a big hole in the wall and a 2-foot wide hole in the floor. And a layer of concrete dust over everything. I'm glad I tarped my mom's furniture first and removed her bed; she's been sleeping in the living room. The next day, the termite guys showed up promptly at 8AM and began drilling holes in the foundation to treat for termites. (Subterraneans don't respond to fumigation/tenting like the drywood variety.) Yet another major expense, but at least we didn't have to pack up the food, board the cat and move into a motel. Despite what the termite guy said about the chemicals being nearly odorless, they did make my head hurt. But the smell mostly dissipated after 4 hours or so. To my surprise, the original owner of the termite company dropped by to check on things. He must be nearly 90. But it's good to see that he's still active.
Thursday, the plasterer arrived to estimate the repairs to the wall and ended up patching the bedroom floor right then and there. Now I can put my mom's bed back, after I run the air purifier for a few more hours.
The plumber still has to return and fix my mom's kitchen sink. The pipe below is old and cracking. Last night, she called and said that something was wrong with her bathroom sink. I went over and sure enough, there was water on the floor--the pipe underneath was also cracked. I put a bucket underneath for now. Fortunately, over the years, I've been able to build up a small network of people I can call on to fix/repair/treat our place. I've even found independent mechanics to work on our cars so we don't have to overpay at a dealership. Not that they don't make mistakes every now and then, but I trust these guys to do good work and charge me fairly. Which, I have to say, is an improvement over blindly picking someone out of the yellow pages.
Obligatory bar joke: So, a termite went into a bar and asked, "Is the bar tender in here?"
Don't hit me. I blame the chemicals...