Tuesday

A few years ago, thanks to a real jerk who lived above our apartment by two floors, our bathroom got soaked. He very nonchalantly let the toilet run without really noticing that it had been flushing for like a half an hour and thus we got soaked. Thankfully not with waste water but fresh, clean water. But nevertheless it was water through the ceiling.

This happened more than once and eventually he was kicked out of the building.

In time the building superintendent knocked down part of the ceiling and it was re plastered. He also said they would repaint the bathroom when we wanted it.

Time went by, we kept pushing it out and out and with the problems we were having at home scheduling the painting of the bathroom was the furthest thing from our minds.

But now I need excitement in my life!

Bravely, I decided to go ahead with this "project". I told the super about a month ago that I was seriously thinking about it. Now, just that statement was a huge step forward.

Finally, two weeks ago I bought the paint and we agreed on a date for the work.

The date was today!

By normal standards the job should be finished by now. Right? It's only a bathroom! One painter used to paint our entire apartment in one day and was almost done by this time. And that included all the rooms and inside of the kitchen cabinets, too.

But why should things work out when they can go the other way?

The super came up on time this morning but decided that he had to sand the previous plastering and then he re-spackled it. And then the spackle needs time to dry and since today is an exceptionally humid day that will take time.

So, now it is four o'clock in the afternoon and we are in the drying mode. I'm sitting here and watching the damn thing to dry. It is like watching the grass grow.

He said he would be back tomorrow after lunch to -hopefully- finish the job.

What is life without hope?