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The Water Returned!

5 Feb

True to form, I am only 3 weeks in to this new blog and already 1 week behind. (I never said I was perfect.)

But! Our water came back last Wednesday after the city/some rando crew hired by the city or my landlord (we’re not quite sure on that one) ascertained that the pipe had not, in fact, frozen as they initially believed.

No, my internet friends, somehow the city crew that drives around planting trees in below freezing weather in January had managed to CRUSH our water main while they were planting our tree. So this past Wednesday morning, another crew, this one definitely hired by our landlord, arrived to replace the busted main. They were out on our sidewalk with a jackhammer at 7:30, which was handy as that’s when I need to get up for work. When I returned nearly 12 hours later, this is what greeted me:

If only it had been summer and I was one of those kids from Hey Arnold!

If only it had been summer and I was one of those kids from Hey Arnold!

The crew who put in the new pipe had the bright idea to use the hydrant to clean up the debris from the street. In opening up the valve, they broke it, and so for nearly four hours water gushed out of the hydrant across the street from our building, spraying so hard it hit our front door. Eventually the fire department showed up and fixed it, but it was a fun coda to the end of our water saga. First we had no water, then waaaaaaaaay too much. High-larious, let me tell you.

Since then, I’ve been struggling with some sort of cold/flu thing that I keep saying I will get over, but it’s been slow going so far. January was kind of a rough month for me. I wasn’t really looking forward to this new year, anyways (it’s not triskaidekaphobia), and then January hit me like a ton of bricks, so now I’ve come out the other side a limping, unshowered, hacking, fevered mess. (I have no idea where the limp came from.) But I made it through. February, you’d better treat me right, you hear?

In other news, one of my best friends just bought a house (!!!!) and I will be visiting her there this weekend, to help peel some truly ugly wallpaper off of the walls she now jointly owns with her fiance. Fun times. I’ve never removed wallpaper before, but I do love me some home improvement projects.

 

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Water and trees. (Not the story you might think)

26 Jan

I mentioned before that I live in Brooklyn. Like much of the country, we’ve had a pretty cold week.

The city decided to plant a tree in front of our building this week. In doing so, they exposed our water pipes to  (forecasted) below-freezing temperatures for several days, and now we have no water because the pipes froze.

That’s the story our landlord relayed to us, anyways. It was strange how it started: Wednesday night, J noticed that the water pressure from our bathroom faucet was low. Thursday morning, he ran into our landlord (who lives in the unit below ours) on the train, and discovered that the problem was going on in their place, too. Thursday night, our landlord informed us he’d checked throughout the house and hadn’t found a leak, and that the water coming in from the main line was very low. Friday night we had even less water pressure. This morning we had no water. This afternoon our landlord informed us that the pipes are likely frozen and it could take several days for them to thaw (where I come from, frozen pipes don’t so much thaw as they burst, so I’m thinking no water for a week.) So J and I went and bought gallons of water at the grocery store and made arrangements to shower at a friend’s apartment. And we fought about how much water to buy, because we’re both pretty pissed about the situation.

But we do have a skinny tree out front now that might provide shade to our building in like, 20 years.

In other news, we have a mountain of laundry to do (at the laundromat), our cat has not peed anywhere inappropriate in three whole weeks (either she had an infection that we cured with antibiotics or we haven’t done anything to piss her off lately) and this morning, before I realized we had no water, I finished painting the storage boxes my mom got me for my birthday and now our DVD collection looks like this:

Organized pop-of-color-y goodness

Organized pop-of-color-y goodness

As opposed to what we previously had going on, which was this:

What our DVD collection used to look like

What our DVD collection used to look like

I was pretty proud of myself. Then I realized I couldn’t wash off the paint.

But still proud.