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Oct. 26th, 2020 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesPretty good weekend. I got my watches back, bought three books I haven't read (The World Beneath the Sands, Culture Warlords, and Anansi Boys), went to H Mart on a field trip and got assorted pancakes and soy-marinated eggs and a bibimbap kit and some smoked duck and some more rice cakes and various other happy stuff like that, discovered what happens when Snip encounters a fish cake (has to figure out that it's fish, after which GIMME THAT), put out the last of the scented kitty litter, and gave myself permission to order unscented kitty litter online and get it delivered for once.
I wish I didn't have to have the litter delivered, but my ankle is alternately grumbling and hollering at me, from one of the specific places that hurt (after it healed enough to hurt in specific places) when I sprained it last December. I suspect that adding a half-mile walk with 40 lb of litter won't help it. So, delivery it is, at least this time.
As of yesterday, the hot water in the shower was dripping from the tub spout to an extent that wouldn't be good for the water bill long-term. So today the plumber came and repaired the hot water faucet, and told me that the fixtures are on their last legs on account of being 40 years old or so. (He also said the entire neighborhood has awful water pressure, which I didn't know because it seems fine to me.) I rather like having separate faucets for the hot and cold water, and if the plumber had his way he'd replace it with a single hot/cold/diverter unit. That would require replacing some of the tile, too, though. But at least the drip is down to occasional for now, and the faucet doesn't crank beyond horizontal to turn off, and the plumber doesn't think it's leaking behind the tile, which I worry about occasionally.
This morning a flatbed trailer parked on the street and disgorged a Bobcat, which I saw trundling around, and, apparently, an excavator, which had already gone where it was going by the time I saw the Bobcat. I happened to look out the window after the plumber had left, in time to see the excavator go back on the trailer and pull the ramps up after it, except it was about six inches too far forward, so it backed up and the ramps fell down flat. For no particular reason the whole process amused me.
Thankfully, the meeting I postponed last week went fairly well today. Especially since my boss had already told this person what she wanted to hear in the first place, so I didn't have to say I couldn't tell her that. There might be hope for this week after all.
I wish I didn't have to have the litter delivered, but my ankle is alternately grumbling and hollering at me, from one of the specific places that hurt (after it healed enough to hurt in specific places) when I sprained it last December. I suspect that adding a half-mile walk with 40 lb of litter won't help it. So, delivery it is, at least this time.
As of yesterday, the hot water in the shower was dripping from the tub spout to an extent that wouldn't be good for the water bill long-term. So today the plumber came and repaired the hot water faucet, and told me that the fixtures are on their last legs on account of being 40 years old or so. (He also said the entire neighborhood has awful water pressure, which I didn't know because it seems fine to me.) I rather like having separate faucets for the hot and cold water, and if the plumber had his way he'd replace it with a single hot/cold/diverter unit. That would require replacing some of the tile, too, though. But at least the drip is down to occasional for now, and the faucet doesn't crank beyond horizontal to turn off, and the plumber doesn't think it's leaking behind the tile, which I worry about occasionally.
This morning a flatbed trailer parked on the street and disgorged a Bobcat, which I saw trundling around, and, apparently, an excavator, which had already gone where it was going by the time I saw the Bobcat. I happened to look out the window after the plumber had left, in time to see the excavator go back on the trailer and pull the ramps up after it, except it was about six inches too far forward, so it backed up and the ramps fell down flat. For no particular reason the whole process amused me.
Thankfully, the meeting I postponed last week went fairly well today. Especially since my boss had already told this person what she wanted to hear in the first place, so I didn't have to say I couldn't tell her that. There might be hope for this week after all.
