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Andy was putting away the (cardboard box of) laundry detergent, and it bumped into the drain pipe under the kitchen sink, which broke.
So we pulled everything out from under the sink, dried off what could reasonably dried, and decided that the super wouldn't appreciate being bothered at 9 p.m. on a Sunday for something he probably wouldn't be able to fix himself. We moaned, we groaned, we mopped the kitchen floor (and poured the resulting dirty water down the toilet). We went to put the laundry away.
We called for Chinese takeout (cooking under the circumstances seemed like too much of a pain). Andy went out for a few minutes, and the sink started leaking again. Also, the cat was sick. I cleaned up both of these things as best I could, shuffled the container we had under the pipe to catch drips, and went to cool off for a few minutes.
Andy came back upstairs and diagnosed the problem: we were getting leakage from the next-door neighbor's sink.
Fortunately, the next-door neighbor is a nice person. She was cheerfully willing to stop washing dishes for the moment. While I talked to her, Andy went to find the super.
No super. Okay, we can all live without doing dishes tonight. Hers will sit and soak, ours will sit in the dishwasher. As long as we were over there, we took a look at her stove, to see if we could figure out why the back two burners won't light. (No luck--like ours, hers has the right two on one pilot light, the left two on another, and both pilots are fine.)
Andy has wrapped duct tape around the hole in the pipe, not that that will solve the problembut we don't have any WD-40. That pipe needs replacing: the place where it broke had been patched at least once before. (No surprise--solid metal pipes don't break when a cardboard box bumps into them.) We also have duct tape across the top of the sink, to remind us not to use it.
And plans for tomorrow have been either marked "tentative" or rearranged: suddenly the agenda of
isn't going to work, not with all of those in different neighborhoods, and some of them at awkward times.
So we pulled everything out from under the sink, dried off what could reasonably dried, and decided that the super wouldn't appreciate being bothered at 9 p.m. on a Sunday for something he probably wouldn't be able to fix himself. We moaned, we groaned, we mopped the kitchen floor (and poured the resulting dirty water down the toilet). We went to put the laundry away.
We called for Chinese takeout (cooking under the circumstances seemed like too much of a pain). Andy went out for a few minutes, and the sink started leaking again. Also, the cat was sick. I cleaned up both of these things as best I could, shuffled the container we had under the pipe to catch drips, and went to cool off for a few minutes.
Andy came back upstairs and diagnosed the problem: we were getting leakage from the next-door neighbor's sink.
Fortunately, the next-door neighbor is a nice person. She was cheerfully willing to stop washing dishes for the moment. While I talked to her, Andy went to find the super.
No super. Okay, we can all live without doing dishes tonight. Hers will sit and soak, ours will sit in the dishwasher. As long as we were over there, we took a look at her stove, to see if we could figure out why the back two burners won't light. (No luck--like ours, hers has the right two on one pilot light, the left two on another, and both pilots are fine.)
Andy has wrapped duct tape around the hole in the pipe, not that that will solve the problem
And plans for tomorrow have been either marked "tentative" or rearranged: suddenly the agenda of
- Get more antibiotics for the cat
- Vicki goes to the library to do more research
- Andy goes to the gym in the afternoon
- See what looks good at the Greenmarket
isn't going to work, not with all of those in different neighborhoods, and some of them at awkward times.