Today’s Theme: Water
The opening of King Lear at Riverside Shakespeare Festival was rained out. It is a first in the seven or eight year history of the company. Not to worry, the opening night party continued apace with a substantially early start.
More importantly, the home front sprung a leak! As usual I had worked furiously during the day doing all the noisy carpentry stuff (which is done, save a final piece of baseboard molding that goes on after the floors are refinished) and had painted the trim in the kitchen, only to reward myself around 7 pm with hoisting the fridge into place, plugging it in and hooking up the water line for the ice maker.
I know it’s silly but I have been filling ice trays for twenty plus years here in the big apple because one hardly runs into an apartment equipped with a small copper tubing that transfers cold water to the fridge. Seemingly standard with suburban living, it is still rare in the city. So for me, it was going to be a moment of triumph. Ice without fuss.
Long story short, it was leaking at the connections from the get go. I fixed one end and was about to attend to the other when a spray erupted behind the fridge. The copper tubing had been bent into a kink that split. I shut the water off and realized reluctantly that working on the thing past 8pm was not sane. Tomorrow I will have a working ice maker by the end of the day or I will burn the place to the ground. It’s just something I want, okay?
posted by Fox @ 9:25 PM
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Why is it when we think we are doing everything properly that we end up with a mess? Seeking to have everything clean and tidy for our move, I sent out the area rugs to be cleaned and dining room table to be refinished and had someone come in to clean the sofa. Unfortunately, the latter good intention has turned into a nightmare in the form of a good-sized tear in the fabric on the arm of the sofa. How do you spell old, sun-damaged fabric????? AARRGGHH! Yes, Dennis dear, we all have "leaks" of one kind or another!
The leaks were fixed, the apartment was not reduced to a smoldering ash heap, and every now and again I hear the heartwarming "ker-thunk" of canoe shaped ice cubes dropping into the waiting tub.
Saw Romeo and Juliet in Central Park tonight. 60 degrees, clear, central park, New York City, Shakespeare. Hard to beat.
hey Fox - thanks for your good wishes for RTSF. Last night was fab, the audience warm, my 3 "daughters" beautiful and as different as children can be. Leigh is amazing in both shows & can't wait to see you. We're off to Columbus Junction tomorrow with C-pan, Michael the Falstaff, Leigh & us to ruminate and eat Mexican food - wish you were here.
the dad Lear
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