Okay, I am freezing. I just took an ice-cold shower. I left for Portland on Friday, and when I came back yesterday, my hot water was 100% vamoosed. The heater is dead, dead, dead. A call to the landlord mysteriously revealed that his voicemail box is…full?
I sent a letter to him today to get the ball rolling. Once I am sure the letter got there, I get to wait longer! And then if there is still nothing, I get to buy a comparable water heater and have it installed.
In the meantime, cold showers. Portland was nice. I have NOTHING but chattering teeth. Also I will be updating more on The Queen’s Scullery, nice if you care about obscure food genre. I will try to think of something to say when my brain thaws. I want to cook like a Victorian, not bathe like one.
I forgot to tell you that when my water heater went kaput, my landlord was in Mexico, incommunicado. I spent a week heating water in my big pot to wash dishes and myself. It was terrible. My heart goes out to you. Call my mom if you want to use their shower!
“nice if you care about obscure food genre.”
I *totally* care about obscure food genre! I was actually waiting for you to update on strawberries and bullion cubes the way I wait for webcomic updates. :)
Cold showers blow. I second borrowing hot water showers from friends.
Thanks, Halo. I am looking at the showering as a full-body workout, since EVERY MUSCLE CLENCHES when the water hits me. Should be settled by Wednesday.
Hello Molly Ren! Thanks.
My landlord’s voicemailbox (I feel like that should be one huge, compound word, whatever) is ALWAYS full. It freaked me out when I first moved in and had bugs AND mice and couldn’t reach him and thought I would have to live in a house where vermin would eventually nest in my hair. But he apparently has caller ID and I have to call him 2-5 times to let him know I really mean it.
He plays hard to get, I think.
Sounds like you have a feisty one there!