When we first moved in, Aryn and I were so excited to roam through the house checking it out. When we hit the kitchen we were somewhat taken aback. In that show House Hunters, this kitchen is the kind that the house buyer immediately shouts 'this is a gut job!!! I am not moving in until this kitchen is gutted and rebuilt the way I want it." And frankly I wouldn't criticize them for saying it...given the state of our kitchen with the green laminate fake marble counters and home made painted plywood cupboards.
I hate to admit this but when I went through the house initially I didn't even notice the terrible kitchen and the shiny giant foil roses wallpaper and avocado coloured turlett and tub in the bathroom. I did notice the pink wall to wall carpet in the living room but that certainly wasn't a deal breaker. It was new carpet too. But what sold it to me was the fairly new heat pump, expensive new furnace and NO EXPENSIVE BASEBOARD HEATERS!!!
So, back to the kitchen, Aryn and I decided to test the water pressure. We turned on the water and a wee trickle trickled out and stopped. Dam!! But Aryn had the brilliant idea that the water was likely turned off. So off we went and found the right water tap in the basement and turned it on. Yup!! Water gushed out at a very pleasing pressure.
Well that was six years ago. It was old as heck back then but now it's beyond repair. This house was built in the early 70's and I am pretty sure that tap is the original. I did buy a 250 dollar awesome new tap a couple years ago..and it has been sitting under the guest room bed all this time. I didn't have the money to have the plumber come back and install it. Plus the old one was working just fine until....
About two months ago the tap (its a single handle up and down tap above the faucet) itself fell off. We had to use pliers to twist the little knobby thing to turn the water on. Monte came along though and managed to get the tap back on...but it goes right around loosely and it will be all cold all the way around or so hot you can't touch it. There is no in between. And to get it to change from one to the other you have to push it up and down and turn and turn it around in circles then up and down again, all the while keeping one hand in the water stream and screech to a halt when it gets to the one you are looking for.
The good part of all this is it makes us laugh...every time. Eventually it will be fixed. Probably Aryn will fix it when she comes over next time. She has put new taps in kitchens for me at least twice before!
Although I am tempted to call the plumber. I call him Clint as in Clint Eastwood. He looks like him. I did ask his name once and it's Wendall. Well let me tell you he looks way more like a Clint than a Wendall. With those names though he should be out riding a horse, wearing a stetson and have squinty eyes.
The forest fire next door is now just a smoulder and will be for a few months they say. The smoke though isn't pleasant. It reminds me of Kamloops, who (whom? always a mystery when to use whom and not who) I hear has had a pleasantly clear summer!!! They needed that break for sure.
I am battling the very strong urge to move. It's been six years now. I am used to moving every five years or less. I know it isn't possible this time. I really do need to stay here and when rainbow bridge time comes this house really suits Monte. He will be staying on after I am gone. Plus I am just not physically able like I was a decade ago. I would have to pack a box and then have to sit for ten minutes then get up and pack some more. Thats pretty much how my day goes now. Which is totally okay with me, if a little annoying.
Monte is doing so well now. He is so much more relaxed now that he has a place he can go that is all his and he can be just himself and not worry about stepping on anyone's toes.
Last night he asked if I would go downstairs to Ange's for a couple of hours so he could record his music. So I did happily as Ange and I are watching a couple of shows together. It was a chance to catch up on one of them (it involves renovating a castle in France). I could hear Monte playing upstairs and it sounded so good. And after he was finished he said, and I quote, 'I don't have to ever play the piano again. That was perfect and I got it recorded.' He was so stoked.
Which got me fired up. I ordered a couple of music books, just short ones off Amazon the other day. They arrived yesterday!!!! Two are classical and the other is Pachelbel's Canon in D. I am so excited to be playing that one again. I am going to have to practise, which due to my double type vision is a chore, but doable, and get back to where I have it memorized. I love the piece!!!!
Thats it for today. I must go downstairs and prepare the guest room for this weekend's guests. I got all the bedding washed and now its make the bed and vacuum. And then my fave part.....plan the food and make the lists. TFL & TTYL
'There are 88 keys on a piano and within that, an entire universe.' James Rhodes
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