What do you do when you open the back door and the whole heavy glass door falls in as you pull on the knob? First you call Pasiano who works for an hour and can’t get it reinstalled. So he props it against the outside storage cupboard–possibly the worst place to put it if you in fact require access to anything stored in the closet , but at least it is sort of protected from the inevitable rain. Then you call every aluminum place in three towns and either they don’t answer or they are crazy busy. Can anyone come today? No. Tomorrow? Probably not. Will they call you when they can come? Yes.
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Luckily, there is an additional barred screen door installed outside the main door, so at least we had security.
But when a huge rainstorm hit, the kitchen floor was quickly getting flooded,
so stopgap measures were called for.
The next morning, Pasiano and Yolanda decided it might be a good idea to resort to plastic to cover the screen door–in this case the plastic tablecloths I use for kids’ art classes.
And, Yolanda and I again made a round of phone calls. No promises, but late this afternoon, ViLuMa called to say they’d be here in 20 minutes.
Some of the work took place outside,
but whenever one of the guys was inside, Ollie was right there checking out the action–for the entire time they were here!
An hour and a half later, the plastic tablecloths were restored to their neat pile,
the door was installed,
and all was again right in our world. And the view is definitely better without the plastic!
Good!
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Our BACK door is falling off. One good windstorm and bye bye door! Ain’t life grand?
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Oh, my…what poor timing, Judy!
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One thing, at this elevation, once the rain stops, things dry out quickly. Don’t know how sodden the towels and bathroom rungs were that I stuffed up to the door and over the floor by the next morning as I was up so late that I slept in the next morning and it was Yolanda’s day to clean, so she had already removed and washed and dried all of them by the time I woke up. Another example of good fortune in disaster.Not what happens, but how it happens.
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What an awful surprise! But I’m glad you were able to get it fixed so quickly! How funny that Ollie was so interested — maybe he’ll try to help next time!
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Workman next time: “No, Ollie, that’s not the 7/8 inch ratchet wrench I asked for, that’s a rubber mouse with a squeaker inside!”
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“I’m sorry, meow! I was just trying to help! squeak, squeak”
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How to turn a disaster into a good picture gallery.
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What else to do with it? Actually, every time I describe anything amounting to chaos or failure or disaster to Forgottenman, he answers, “Blog?” and asks if I’ve taken photos. So I’ve gotten into the habit.
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Good practice
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I like that Ollie, my cats disappear when strangers enter the house. In fact most of my friends do not know I have a cat, Only a dog who will not leave them alone.
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Perhaps he was just so amazed to see someone in my house after four months???
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Or possibly they had the smell of another cat~! I know that curiosity was supposed to have killed the cat, but that only covers nibbling at every object in the house, not people.
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All in all those were aDOORing photos~! Sorry it just comes naturally~!
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I know. You just can’t help yourself…
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There’s always some unplanned project in the black-hole-of-property ownership. At least the glass didn’t break!
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I know. It fell toward me, luckily. I have friends with four houses. How do they find time for anything else?
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I am glad you had it fixed quickly, Judy. I like Ollie – the supervisor of work being done.
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He was strange.. just sat watching them the whole time. Perhaps he was protecting me from them like Morrie protects me from Pasiano???
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Possible. But judging from photos, he looks exactly like my Barmalei supervising my cooking.
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Ha..So that’s the secret of your success. Dollie, I just make more and more mistakes in the kitchen and have to cover up for them. I think I’m losing patience.
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Sure – that’s because you don’t have a cooking supervisor. Ollie only supervises maintenance.
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Ha!! I love having someone else to blame. Thanks, Dolly.
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Happy to please.
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How do you pronounce Barmalei? Is the accent on the first syllable and does the last syllable rhyme with my? Bahr’muh lie?
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Bahr-mah-lei, like the Hawaiian lei, with accent on the last syllable.
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