…and I thought on Friday that the parade had finally ended. The parade, that is, of workmen tramping through the house. A regular occurrence that began on August 8 and has continued at least two times a week through this now, last full week in September.
Last week drew to a close with a particularly loud and well-turned out parade: the plumber and his sidekick here to fix the radiators, which now that the nights are getting cold we discovered did not work, the painter/floor guy to finish the winter garden sisal carpet and the electrician to connect the ceiling light wiring to switches so that we might actually turn on the lights (finally installed) that we, as renters, were obligated to buy, per German custom.
And, that was just the indoor parade!
For our neighbors’ endless delight and excitement, the outdoor parade begins at 7:30a on Saturdays! Last Saturday, the centerpiece was a duet of jackhammers at 7:45a. (Thank goodness that Sunday morning is "saved" by the German "quiet" tradition that disallows noise on Sunday - from mowing lawns all the way down to not being allowed to put glass into the community recycle bins at all on Sundays. Glass recycling is a noisy chore because the wine and beer bottles fall about 4 feet into the bins and splinter to bits.. )
The landscaping plans show signs of being quite nice once complete. But, when work is confined to Fridays and Saturdays, I’m not so certain they will beat the snow and bad weather!
About my thought that the parade season was drawing to a close: on Tuesday this week the last visit from IKEA is scheduled. You guessed it – more storage. This time for books and Ethan’s room as he has a less spacious wardrobe. So, once the IKEA folks are done, I really thought we’d be done with the stream of workers through the house.
Alas, yesterday afternoon we discovered the downstairs toilet backing up and draining slowly. This is not a job simply for a plunger. Unfortunately, the slow drain thing has the earmarks of the same trouble we just recovered from. I will not print my thoughts and comments, leaving them instead to your imagination.
Who was this man you are speakin of and quoting?? this, Wil Rogers person?
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