I got some epoxy
from the hardware store a week or so ago.
I needed to repair the towel bar in my bathroom. It had fallen on the floor several times,
until I simply let it lay there in true Tico fashion. What I needed was longer screws and some
epoxy to secure them. Putting short wood
screws into concrete isn’t the way to go.
After I finished securing the towel bar, I used the screws from that to
repair the front screen door. Apparently
when carpenters put things together here, it is only to look good for the short
term. This door is constantly on the go,
and on a spring, so there is some slap on the closing. The upright slat which holds the screen in
place, kept pulling loose, so I applied some pressure to the screwdriver, and
secured it with four screws. So much for
that door.
The next door to
repair is the stop for the panic room door.
Another case of look good for the instant. The stop is held by one tiny wood nail, and
is forever slipping out of place. We
call this the panic room because it is almost hidden. It continues through the master bedroom
ensuite, it has no windows so it is concrete on three sides, and holds a
massive amount of clothing, linens, suit cases and laundry bags. One side of the room are very large shelves
and the other side is the closet bar and clothes hangers. It is supposed to be a walk in closet, but
panic room is a better title.
Last night,
without my knowledge, Melaney tried to open the tap in her bathroom to brush
her teeth and the single lever handle fell off in her hand. This morning she
tried to turn on the low faucet in her shower stall. This was to get some water
to brush her teeth. The fixture fell off in her hand, including part of the
pipe. This gushed water into her shower
stall. She called and said she needed to
use my shower, but the water gushing in her bathroom left no pressure for the
shower head in my shower, so she got only a dribble. NOW WE DIDN’T KNOW WHERE TO TURN THE WATER
OFF.
Mel ran a bucket
of water for emergency purpose, and phoned Rita. Rita called the plumber, and came out to the
house quickly and showed Mel where the shut off was located. You will never believe; it is on a small
green plastic pipe that runs along the property line at the front fence, sixty
feet from the corner of the house. The
shut-off is a very small turn valve in that plastic pipe. What a temptation for a prankster.
Mel and I ate
breakfast while we were waiting for Rita, then the two of them had a drink of
juice and were off on the long delayed trip for Mel to view a medical recuperation
facility near Heridia. Mel likes to have
Rita as a travelling companion, because she doesn’t get lost. Soon she will
have covered all the roads in Costa
Rica.
Now if she could just remember which one was which.
I STAYED HOME TO
WAIT FOR THE PLUMBER.
No comments:
Post a Comment