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In keeping with family tradition
Oct. 27th, 2010 03:32 pmThe weather turns terrible every time our household tries to go on a vacation. A train trip to Montreal, a show at Stratford, a drive to the County--the destination doesn't matter. Just as we're on the point of departure, clouds gather, skies darken, temperatures drop, and down comes the deluge, courtesy of the Rain Goddesses.
For the first time in a long time, I managed to get five consecutive days off work. We didn't plan a trip, just a week of city-seeing, restaurant-trying, and gallery-gazing. On the first night of the vacation, our upstairs neighbour's toilet exploded, sending water flooding through our ceiling and down our walls and on to units below. We were out, but evidently the water leaked for some goodly time before anyone noticed. Result: panicked concierge, multiple insurance adjusters, fans, dehumidifiers, opened drywall, dangling alarm wires, general disruption. The cats are beyond freaked, what with the gazillion-decibel fan noise, the relocation of the litter box from the master bath to an unsatisfactory new place, and the smell of fire that lingers from the dehumidifiers' previous job. With luck, the noisy infernal machines will depart tomorrow--if the adjuster's moisture-measuring gizmo authorizes it--and then the drywall will be repaired and painted. All this mere days after we finally, finally finished the year-long renos to this place.
So we've had to hang around the house to deal with all this, forfeiting the week of fun. O Rain Goddesses, why you gotta be like this? I'd choose constant thunderstorms over generous helpings of Upstairs Toilet Water any old day.
For the first time in a long time, I managed to get five consecutive days off work. We didn't plan a trip, just a week of city-seeing, restaurant-trying, and gallery-gazing. On the first night of the vacation, our upstairs neighbour's toilet exploded, sending water flooding through our ceiling and down our walls and on to units below. We were out, but evidently the water leaked for some goodly time before anyone noticed. Result: panicked concierge, multiple insurance adjusters, fans, dehumidifiers, opened drywall, dangling alarm wires, general disruption. The cats are beyond freaked, what with the gazillion-decibel fan noise, the relocation of the litter box from the master bath to an unsatisfactory new place, and the smell of fire that lingers from the dehumidifiers' previous job. With luck, the noisy infernal machines will depart tomorrow--if the adjuster's moisture-measuring gizmo authorizes it--and then the drywall will be repaired and painted. All this mere days after we finally, finally finished the year-long renos to this place.
So we've had to hang around the house to deal with all this, forfeiting the week of fun. O Rain Goddesses, why you gotta be like this? I'd choose constant thunderstorms over generous helpings of Upstairs Toilet Water any old day.
