My afternoon was interesting but perhaps not in the best ways, hahaha.
Shortly after I posted the entry prior to this one the plumbers finally arrived. I was expecting the professional plumbing firm hired by the property management company here, but what I got instead was the long term "head handyman" who has been here for at least 12 years and left his job as a restaurant cook to do small maintenance projects here because he wanted daytime work. He is the MOST lovely, consistently happy man I have ever met in my life, but unfortunately has had little proper training in carpentry or plumbing by the powers that be here. By the time he left I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I have shed enough tears over this place in the past couple of years so I chose to see the humour in his attempt to solve our plumbing issues today. Aiii yiiii....
He arrived with another fellow, a newer hire and that newer hire brought in a high step ladder and drill for the purpose of standing high enough to drill a hole in the kitchen ceiling where the leak had opened up so he could check the condition of the new connecting pipe that was put in there nearly 2 years ago and see if there were any other leaks from either our bathroom or our neighbours coming from places not causing issues before. However, as he was setting up the ladder Mr. Happiness came downstairs from checking our bathtub situation to announce that setting up the ladder and drilling into the ceiling would not be necessary. He had located already, in less than a minute's time, the source of the leak. Oh yay, I thought. Oh yay, my husband thought.
Weeeeeeeelllll, not so much. His decision was that since the metal cover over the overflow valve was upside down, that is how the water got into the kitchen ceiling from my morning shower on The Day Of the Grand Leakage. My husband explained to him six ways from Sunday that the overflow valve cover was upside down when we moved in over 11 years ago and had never once caused leaks in the past. However, Mr. Happiness suddenly took on the alias of Mr. Deafness and completely ignored what my husband was telling him. He insisted he had found the source of the problem, scraped off the more than 11 years old caulking around the cover, pulled it off, reinstalled it right side up and instead of installing a new screw in the place where one has been missing since before we moved in here, he filled that hole with caulking as well. Then he caulked around the entire cover, effectively sealing off the access holes, now underneath where they belong, so that no water will ever be able to get into the overflow pipe even though it is now right side up. My husband stood there watching him in complete disbelief for the first minute of this operation, then realized that this kind of incompetence is par for the course now and has been at various times throughout the last 11 years. He didn't even try to stop the fellow as he gunned the caulking everywhere it didn't belong, just stood aside, thanked Mr. Happiness for his attention to our plight and we waved him out the back door along with his head shaking apprentice, who obviously also realized what was going on but also was powerless to stop the fiasco from continuing. My defeated husband simply said goodbye and good luck to Mr. Happiness and his apprentice and assured him that if we experienced any more leaks we would send in another work order. After the men left my husband and I looked at each other, shrugged and put the catch basin back on top of the cupboards under the now cracked and stained ceiling and will leave a note for our house sitter to check for water every time she comes into our place while we are away. There isn't anything else we can do at this point. So be it. That is the way it goes around here every so often.
Shortly after the "plumbers" left the next door neighbour appeared at our back door asking for my husband to come over for tea and to meet his Syrian refugee sponsor, now friend. The three men had a marvellous visit together but my husband came home with the bad news I have kind of been expecting. Our beloved refugee neighbours are moving out while we are away. With another baby soon to come, the lack of space in their unit and the ever rising cost of rent in there, they have been accepted for a low cost government suite with more bedrooms and bathrooms and for over seven hundred dollars a month less than their current rent, which would have been going up again at the end of this year. I feel so sad to lose them. I know that between the language barrier, the age difference and just the way life goes for a busy family of soon to be 6, it is unlikely we will be able to keep in touch with them. She was the key to my being able to spend time with the other Middle Eastern Muslim women in our complex and I understand that once she is gone there won't be any continuation of those relationships either. My neighbour was the "glue" that included me in that community and I am not close enough to the others who live in other parts of the complex to continue in relationship together. So, that is that. It was really good while it lasted. So what next will be my next question after our holiday.
On a personal "issue" level, it is likely that for the third time since moving in here we will be arriving home from a vacation to find new neighbours on the other side of the wall. We are already praying for good, quiet neighbours, but there is always the chance of arriving home to a disastrous situation, like 2 out of the 3 have been in the past. We are already praying hard for God's help in either finding us the kind of neighbours we are hoping for, or else giving us extreme patience and ability to cope if we come home to less than stellar tenants next door. Since we will be coming home in September, I am wondering if we wouldn't be wise to just take a risk, put in our notice here for the end of October and if we can't find a decent and affordable place to live by then, just put everything in storage and take a hotel for a month while we continue to look. Sounds impractical I know as well as expensive, but it may take something very drastic like that to get us moved into a better place. We have learned that short notice sometimes is the catalyst to a move out of a bad situation that has been dragging on for so long as to appear to be hopeless for finding a solution to it. Then we step out in faith and BAM an answer appears within a few weeks. We will see what happens when we get home but for now we have determined to simply pray and not worry too much. (All the more reason to accept a ride from a dear friend who has offered to pick us up at 3:30am on our departure day and deliver us to the airport, so we can leave our car in the parking lot to save our parking space. We have learned that once a new next door tenant thinks that there is no one parked in our space that tenant tends to use it liberally in our absence and it is often VERY difficult to retrain them to stay out of our spot when we return. Our house checker upper will be able to monitor what is happening with the car so we are not afraid to leave it in place.)
So, my emotions had a rather tentative afternoon. My husband was tired after a busy day doing carpentry, struggling with language barriers, not getting enough sleep last night, subsequently having no patience for sitting around here making dinner with me, so we went out for salads and buns. It was nice. We drive a fairly long way now to a restaurant far removed from where we live and any other places we have been to eat in the past few years. It is like having a mini holiday just going for that little drive into a newer area of the city where we don't know anyone. It is difficult to describe, but the fact that we find a fifteen minute drive to the outskirts of town to have a mini "holiday" away from our familiar haunts is a bit telling as to our need for change, isn't it? haha
I do hope and pray all goes well tomorrow for our errands. I have had enough disappointment for one day....well, only one afternoon....and the disappointments were not devastating....so really, I think now that I have confessed them in this post I will not think about them again overly much. Confession IS good for the soul! AAAND, thank you for "listening"!