THURSDAY, AUGUST 8
Early start for me, up to meet with the plumber, who claimed the problem that burst the pipe was with the boiler, and whoever renovated the kitchen. The plumber, and Olive who’d come to listen in, didn’t leave until 11:00. The boiler man came later in the day, claimed it had nothing to do with the boiler. Plumber passing the buck. Having had to deal with so many contested “housework” situations, it strikes me as kind of hilarious that I’m involved in someone else’s insurance claim.
The sun was shining, the day beautiful so we decided to go on our favorite walk. Saffi was dragging a bit in the morning but we roused her.
Not many people were on the beach, maybe ten people on the entire, half kilometer length beach. Most people were eating s at The Fish Basket, the restaurant that’s taken over for the pizza place. We ended up there, too, for some super, triple fried food. The fish was deep fried so many times I had a hard time cutting through the outer breading.
We rushed to Olive’s from Long Strand meeting the predicted fierce storm on the way. Instead of taking the dogs to the farm as we had planned, we all, Chloe, her daughter, Olive and I, sat in the living room, watched the storm through the huge glass walls. We talked about dogs and life. Chloe and I would move to Olive’s house to care for the animals. A bit disruptive but it will be easier to take care of all the critters.
The storm got worse over the course of the evening. Five times the electricity went out. I carried a torch around with me, and had candles out just in case. Convinced an electricity outage would be our number “3” in the bad luck streak. But it wasn’t.
