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No, this is not a computer post.
I got up this morning, had tea and yogurt (with an apple today--quite tasty) and headed out to L's around 10, to provide moral support and someone to spell her so she could step outside for a moment if need be.
When I got there, there were sounds of construction from elsewhere in the building, but the contractors hadn't come to her door yet. The super, the night before, had told her she'd be first.
A man named Jose knocked, and took a look around the apartment to see what needed doing. (Apparently no two apartments in this building are the same--I don't know how many have apparently pointless acute angles next to bedroom doors, though.) He also said they'd decided to rearrange the schedule. Either she or her next-door neighbor was being rescheduled to tomorrow. We'll tell you later which. Right.
So I drank tea and read, and she had some oatmeal, and eventually found the super, or someone equivalent. (The details got somewhat confused here, which may not have been accidental.) Because of mumble-mumble-mumble, they were postponing her window replacement until tomorrow morning. No apology, no clear explanation--never mind that this was a Monday, and she'd just wasted a vacation day, and I'd dragged myself out to Brooklyn when I should have been going to the gym.
So we grumbled a bit more, then went out into sudden bright sunshine. We went to Moroccan Star, now relocated a little closer to the harbor (the previous location is apparently slated for demolition), where I had onion soup au gratin and what looked like a huge slice of chicken pie, of which I left a single raisin. L kindly bought me lunch. Thence to Sahadi, for tea and other useful or amusing things, enough of same that I came home instead of going to the gym.
I got up this morning, had tea and yogurt (with an apple today--quite tasty) and headed out to L's around 10, to provide moral support and someone to spell her so she could step outside for a moment if need be.
When I got there, there were sounds of construction from elsewhere in the building, but the contractors hadn't come to her door yet. The super, the night before, had told her she'd be first.
A man named Jose knocked, and took a look around the apartment to see what needed doing. (Apparently no two apartments in this building are the same--I don't know how many have apparently pointless acute angles next to bedroom doors, though.) He also said they'd decided to rearrange the schedule. Either she or her next-door neighbor was being rescheduled to tomorrow. We'll tell you later which. Right.
So I drank tea and read, and she had some oatmeal, and eventually found the super, or someone equivalent. (The details got somewhat confused here, which may not have been accidental.) Because of mumble-mumble-mumble, they were postponing her window replacement until tomorrow morning. No apology, no clear explanation--never mind that this was a Monday, and she'd just wasted a vacation day, and I'd dragged myself out to Brooklyn when I should have been going to the gym.
So we grumbled a bit more, then went out into sudden bright sunshine. We went to Moroccan Star, now relocated a little closer to the harbor (the previous location is apparently slated for demolition), where I had onion soup au gratin and what looked like a huge slice of chicken pie, of which I left a single raisin. L kindly bought me lunch. Thence to Sahadi, for tea and other useful or amusing things, enough of same that I came home instead of going to the gym.
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Those who know me will know that I really don't do this in a nasty way, just ... `firmlly'...
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Those who know me will know that I really don't do this in a nasty way, just ... `firmly'...
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I'm not sure whether her being there or not is better for L at the end of the day, or week or month, but clearly her choice is to be there and it isn't right that anybody's time be treated cavalierly and disrespectfully.
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The problem is, she didn't want contractors there without her, since the plumbers managed to start a fire in her bathroom wall a while back.
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I completely understand the desire to be home while work is done, have gone out of my way to supervise work done in places I've rented. And that's without even ever having had my bathroom set on fire, within wall cavities or outside them.