Muchos agua

I was just berated by one of my friends for not posting regularly. So, Emily K, as promised, here is your blog. We expect comments!!!

First of all, we just bought new furniture. FINALLY. We have both a den and a living room in our apartment, and were suffering from a lack of furniture. The den had a futon that was once my uncle's, but the living room became the catch-all for anything we needed to dump or laundry that was trying to dry. Recently, the futon began to spontaneously shed armrests and we began to think that we should really have some furniture when guests came over. Luckily for us, Rooms to Go was having a sale, and we are now the proud new owners of a couch, a loveseat, and an armchair. They are all VERY comfortable and very nap-inducing!









(You can still see what's left of the futon!)


In other entertaining news, our ceiling has a hole in it.


Our chimney has been leaking pretty much since we first moved in. I think we've become a bit of a running joke with maintenance because we always have a puddle of water in our fireplace. An contract roofing company has been in charge of fixing the problem and kept patching it from the outside. Finally, after about the 5th time this hadn't worked, they sent a crew to check out the inside of the apartment. This crew consisted of one very Texan supervisor, and three men who only spoke Spanish. After checking out the chimney, the supervisor turned to the rest of the team. "There's a problem with meoo-chowus ah-gwah here. Do you understand? Meoo-chowus ah-gwah!!!" He promised to send a team to rip out the sheetrock and fix things from the inside, then went away.

A few days later, I was innocently taking a shower. Mike was off teaching, and, since our bathroom has no fan, I was showering with the bathroom door open. Suddenly I heard some thumping of workboots up our front steps and a knocking on the front door. "COMING!!!!!" I squealed and FLEW out of the shower. I just knew that it had to be my Meoo-chowus Ah-gwah men, and that if I didn't let them in on my own terms, maintenance would be there with key in hand. So I kept squealing "COMING" as I hopped around the apartment, digging for my bathrobe. When I opened the door, it wasn't Mr. Texan standing there, but a very astonished (but very polite) Mexican man who spoke very little English. (Certainly his English didn't cover the fact that I was standing there in a bathrobe, but this is probably a good thing.)

They spent several hours cutting holes in our ceiling and finally left us with this lovely patch:



But before he left, my polite but astonished Mexican proudly told me that there would be "No more leaks!" I'm happy to report that he is good to his word!

I am still hoping that one day we may have the ceiling completely patched and looking like a ceiling again. There's also the problem of the wall...the rain made the drywall so wet that when I went to poke it to see just how squishy it was, my finger went right through!!!



Meoo-chowus ah-gwah indeed!

~Ruth Ann