I believe in letting people do their job. Unless I'm teaching, I avoid hanging over them with constant critisism. Jerry even commented on the fact that I don't like to complain.But Steve had to go pick up the sink base himself on Friday night, cause Jerry is in Vegas till tonight. Luckily Joe came on Sat to install it before he leaves for Palermo. Bless him and his near unintelligible accent.Two of the Three Stooges plumbers were here Friday and said they would be back on Monday after we get the sink. Done Deal right? No. Today they say they can't come till Wed, they have another job-even tho this one started in MAY.Even tho it's only abouit an hours work. I have tried to call them and no one picks up; I left a rude message.The job is only to connect the existing water pipe to the sink faucet! These guys are a joke. D&D Plumbing(their real name)= Dumb and Dumber.They forgot to install an incoming water pipe for the toilet. Not one fixture is centered or in the right place. Every faucet drips, every stopper doesn't stop. And they are really keeping my life on hold cause I can't unpack anything till it's washed as the boxes of dishes and kitchen stuff long ago succumbed to the galaxies of dust whose levels rival that of an archealogical dig. I am seriously and premeditatedly considering plumbercide, with extreme predjudice. Check the newspaper soon for a story of a woman who goes berserk and beats (to a bloody pulpy mass) a plumber with his own wrench, then allows wild animals to rip him limb from limb and vultures to peck at his eyes and flesh and finally, puts on display in her backyard his head on a pike as a warning and deterrent for other plumbers and sub-contractors.
Maybe that's too extreme. Perhaps I shall just beat him about the head and shoulders using his assistants, Curly and Larry as bludgeons. Head butts and finger pokes are too good for these guys.
In other news, we had our (final) farewell dinner with Joe and Marion last night before they leave for their new life in North Carolina. Best of luck and lots of love to you both. Don't change your accents!
I have used the lyrics from "Hot time summer in the city" as titles to recent posts. Well imagine my surprise, cousins, when on the front page of the Sunday Times, there was an article about that very same song by the the Lovin' Spoonfu.l It reached #1 on the charts August 13, 1966, the day after I turned 17. John Sebastian commented in the article that back them, the summer heatwave was only 2 weeks in August that you could count on like clockwork. These days in NY at least, a heatwave or a snow can occur ( and has )anytime from April to November. But for now:
All around people looking half-dead,
walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a matchhead
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