Wednesday, September 17, 2008

It's the plumber, I've come to fix the sink

Never a dull moment. As I stumbled out of bed at 6:15 this morning I heard a dripping noise. I tracked it down to the hallway only to look up and see water trickling down from up above. Unfortunately, I was familiar with this situation when in Minneapolis Nicholas decided to leave the sink running and we realized it when we saw the water dripping from the ceiling onto the living room couch. I thought maybe the same thing happened here, but I couldn't very well go knocking on our neighbors door this early and try to talk to them, uhh in English - I am pretty sure everyone in our building is Japanese but us. There are 9 or so neighbors all with Japanese characters on their mailbox and then there is MALONE. We haven't met any of them, just the occasional bow/nod here and there. So anyway, we called our tenant support person and pretty much within 15 minutes there were 5 or 6 guys in the building. By the time we left for the bus stop there were more men and they were mopping up water all over the building. Some pipe somewhere clearly had broken, but they were sure to tell us - at least 3 times - that is was clean water - clean water - yes, clean water...Things get repeated once you realize you understand each other. When a couple of men came to our apartment Jack is trying to say he thinks it's from the upstairs bathroom. He tries to tell them other things, but clearly nobody is getting it - us or them. So they came into the apartment later - 4 of them and soaked up the water, apologized, brought in a fan and towels to help finish the job and said once again - clean water. I can handle this - this is easy. Something breaks - somebody or many men come to fix it right away. And then they put their shoes back on and quietly leave the apartment.

3 comments:

mimimpls said...

your blog is making me homesick for a place I've never been! love the pictures. it is great to see what your days are like. so glad the kids are doing well. the pic of C sitting at the little table eating his ice is so sweet. keep your lovely writing coming. miss you.

Mike and April said...

I haven't read your blog since the 1st 2. Really enjoyed reading. As I've been sitting here at the computer reading, Oscar is laying about 5 feet from me and he has farted 3 or 4 times. He farts quite often. The first week I thought maybe he was nervous, but he is still doing it. I look at him every time. The boys in the house think it's really funny! We had a family outing last night after dinner - we went to a dog park and a good time was had by all.

susanaw said...

I love it that they swooped in to clean it up - sort of like Jack and Brian would do only different!

Your house got rented today I think - to a couple with a first grader at Boroughs! So that will be fun. I wonder if he will like to ride bikes in the alley?