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which_chick) wrote2008-04-01 08:08 pm
which_chick) wrote2008-04-01 08:08 pm
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I had a very running-around day today.
I went down to TA2 to look at the stove. (This is the apartment of the People Who Speak Spanish Yet Are Not Mexicans.) It's one of the original stoves. At this point, no burners work. (The lights work OK but there's no heat. One of the burners is cracked -- discontinuous.) The broiler apparently works but the heat control is stuck on 450 degrees and *will* *not* *move*. (I did not try channel locks on the knob.) The oven element doesn't work or light the oven-is-on light. Now, all of the stove worked when they moved in. I have no idea what they have done to the stove, but enough of it does-not-work that we are getting them a new stove. Also, if they don't start leaving the fucking screen door closed (automatic closer works fine, handle latch works fine because I replaced it after they broke it in ten degree weather in February), I am going to shoot them, one-by-one.
Anyway, since their cabinet line is straight and since the stove is smack in the middle of the cabinet line, I bought them a cheap-ass regular-people stove instead of one of the super expensive "cupboard-style" stoves. They're just going to break it anyway. I didn't even get them one with a clock in it. (My stove at my house does not have a clock in it.) The new stove will be here on Thursday. I am not looking forward to installing it because doing so generally involves a circular saw, a reciprocating saw and a lot of swearing. The actual stove-wiring part isn't very hard, it's making the fucking stove fit in the allotted space that sux0rs.
I was then going to do painting at Bunny's but the guy in 9 stopped me to say that the pipe under his kitchen sink was leaking. (This was the *drain* pipe, so not nearly the emergency he was making it out to be.) I fixed that by replacing the metal (one had a visible hole in it, the other side crumbled in my hand when I went to grab on to it) drain pipes for both sides of the sink with fantabulous never-rust PVC. I <3 PVC.
I went to 629, where trailer demolition is progressing nicely -- this is the trailer that is not ours. I'm not that excited about doing demolition on ours because I don't want our drop box there until they are done taking their trailer apart. (She has until the end of April, condition being that "visible progress keeps getting made" -- so far, she's doing pretty well with that. I check every couple of days to see how they're doing.) While I was there, I fixed the doorknob for the girl-with-three-kids whom we are evicting out of the little house there (again). The hearing was moved to next Tuesday b/c she was claiming she had surgery and couldn't attend today. She was, however, out when I stopped by to put the doorknob back together. I guess it's just the hearing that she can't attend. Other stuff is A-OK.
After that, it being lunchtime, I went to Bedford to sign checks and shit for M. I signed checks. I ran to the bank and determined that the EST money made it into GBS. I worked out the amounts for that and had M write dividend checks.
While I was in Bedford, I ordered the aforementioned replacement stove at Mark's. I also replaced the flapper thingie in the office toilet. The replacement one does not seal any better than the previous one and I scrubbed off the place it seats with steel wool as per the instructions on the flapper thing packet. It's an Eljer brand for Eljer toilets like the one we have in the office and you still have to poke it down to get the fucking thing to seal because it doesn't seat right. I also put in a new fill valve (fluidmaster) on the office toilet because M. has been whining about that, too. At this point, the toilet has all new innards and it still isn't running any better. I am tired of messing with it. Stupid toilet. Fucker doesn't behave better here directly, we're going to replace it with a brand new low-volume-flush one and I will personally throw its ass away in the drop box. (Toilets shatter if you throw them hard enough, didja know?) I deserve a life that does not include the words jiggle the handle.
After lunch, I went back to Everett, as we'd gotten keys on 321 little house in the interim. I did a walkthrough there. Fucking cunt had painted (badly) the living room WalMart Flat Off-White (it's the color of a creamsicle) and just... stopped at the windows in the room between the living room and the kitchen. It needs to be repainted over the flat creamsicle and touched up elsewhere. The carpets need to be cleaned, fridge needs to be cleaned. The tenant had her own stove so I will need to round up a stove for in there. The front door has some issues b/c someone kicked it open -- the jamb will need to be reattached and the holes filled and touched up so that the "repair" looks less asshatted. NOTE TO TENANTS: Screwing boards to drywall is ineffective no matter how big the screws you are using are. You need studs for proper screwing. :) The basement door (which wasn't great when they moved in) also needs to be rebuilt as they kicked it in, too. (I'm thinking two sheets of 3/4 plywood, put orthogonally and then screwed together, holes filled, and painted. Let them fucking try to put a foot through that. Asshats.) And the bathroom door, it has one of those dent-y holes you get when the violent member of your household tries to put his or her fist through a hollow-core door.
Ex-tenant from 321 spent an hour in the office telling M. that she was moving because upstairs-front at 321 was drunk and in the yard and exposing himself to her all the time. He also would be drunk and driving his kids around all the time and she couldn't believe that the cops didn't arrest him for that. Why, she asked, wasn't Children and Youth taking an interest? Er. Ma'am, did you call the cops? Did you put a bug in the ear of C&Y? "No, no. I didn't want to get involved." Right, then. Neither does anyone else. Tenant in upstairs-front pays his rent. His woman keeps a neat and tidy house. They aren't wrecking anything and I'm not getting complaints about them from downstairs-front lady, either. Ex-tenant also said that she couldn't fart without both of the little old ladies (front, downstairs and the neighbor next door with the two small dogs) knowing all of her business.
I suspect that her business would be far less commented upon by the little old ladies if people would quit kicking down the fucking doors and stuff. No wonder the neighbors are in your business, bitch -- they're on the lookout for the day when the place is surrounded by cop cars and the meat wagon guys are carrying out your dead body. Three doors beat in is a lot for a two-bedroom apartment -- you must have a very exciting personal life.
Current game plan is to fix the (minor) issues with the little house first, get a sign up, and get that rented. Tenants in 343 want to rent it so that their kid can go to Everett. That's fine, but then I have a vacant in Bedford, lord knows what they've done to the place -- it was brand fucking new when they moved in. Whatever. Once I get that squared away, then it's back to the (endless) painting at Bunny's.
Back in Bedford (people had paid rent and things), I went to the bank. I deposited dividend checks for Dad, for Grandma, for Roy, for me. I mailed off checks for Joe and DL. I have SJ's check to drop off tomorrow because I suck and I forgot it on the way home. I picked up SJ's sewing machine from the fixit place and took it back to her house. I dropped off the Dad letter for Grandma. I put two outlets in at Bunny's (to replace the ones that the plastic was all broken off).
After all that (which did not feel very productive even though I did get some stuff done), I went home and played pony. The weather was astonishingly nice today and I grabbed Callisto and took her out of the field for a brief spot of "Lookit, saddle pad!" and "Yee-haw, this is a bridle" and "I am going to pick up your feet and hold them and pick them out and tap on them a little with the hoofpick." All of that was probably more exciting to read than to watch. Horse was not pressed about any of the activities and took them all in stride.
She did try to spit the bit out, over and over, but that's normal for young horses on first bridle wearing experience, so no biggie. She gave nicely to rein pressure left and right (I stood beside her for this) and backed up with light rein pressure on both reins. Smart horse. Maybe we'll rig up something for some ground driving here directly. That might be a fun thing for her. (It's not real driving, like with a harness. It's something you teach green horses to do so that they have some steering and brakes when you get on them.) Anyway, unless something goes really wrong in the future, I'll be on her back by the end of April.
I went down to TA2 to look at the stove. (This is the apartment of the People Who Speak Spanish Yet Are Not Mexicans.) It's one of the original stoves. At this point, no burners work. (The lights work OK but there's no heat. One of the burners is cracked -- discontinuous.) The broiler apparently works but the heat control is stuck on 450 degrees and *will* *not* *move*. (I did not try channel locks on the knob.) The oven element doesn't work or light the oven-is-on light. Now, all of the stove worked when they moved in. I have no idea what they have done to the stove, but enough of it does-not-work that we are getting them a new stove. Also, if they don't start leaving the fucking screen door closed (automatic closer works fine, handle latch works fine because I replaced it after they broke it in ten degree weather in February), I am going to shoot them, one-by-one.
Anyway, since their cabinet line is straight and since the stove is smack in the middle of the cabinet line, I bought them a cheap-ass regular-people stove instead of one of the super expensive "cupboard-style" stoves. They're just going to break it anyway. I didn't even get them one with a clock in it. (My stove at my house does not have a clock in it.) The new stove will be here on Thursday. I am not looking forward to installing it because doing so generally involves a circular saw, a reciprocating saw and a lot of swearing. The actual stove-wiring part isn't very hard, it's making the fucking stove fit in the allotted space that sux0rs.
I was then going to do painting at Bunny's but the guy in 9 stopped me to say that the pipe under his kitchen sink was leaking. (This was the *drain* pipe, so not nearly the emergency he was making it out to be.) I fixed that by replacing the metal (one had a visible hole in it, the other side crumbled in my hand when I went to grab on to it) drain pipes for both sides of the sink with fantabulous never-rust PVC. I <3 PVC.
I went to 629, where trailer demolition is progressing nicely -- this is the trailer that is not ours. I'm not that excited about doing demolition on ours because I don't want our drop box there until they are done taking their trailer apart. (She has until the end of April, condition being that "visible progress keeps getting made" -- so far, she's doing pretty well with that. I check every couple of days to see how they're doing.) While I was there, I fixed the doorknob for the girl-with-three-kids whom we are evicting out of the little house there (again). The hearing was moved to next Tuesday b/c she was claiming she had surgery and couldn't attend today. She was, however, out when I stopped by to put the doorknob back together. I guess it's just the hearing that she can't attend. Other stuff is A-OK.
After that, it being lunchtime, I went to Bedford to sign checks and shit for M. I signed checks. I ran to the bank and determined that the EST money made it into GBS. I worked out the amounts for that and had M write dividend checks.
While I was in Bedford, I ordered the aforementioned replacement stove at Mark's. I also replaced the flapper thingie in the office toilet. The replacement one does not seal any better than the previous one and I scrubbed off the place it seats with steel wool as per the instructions on the flapper thing packet. It's an Eljer brand for Eljer toilets like the one we have in the office and you still have to poke it down to get the fucking thing to seal because it doesn't seat right. I also put in a new fill valve (fluidmaster) on the office toilet because M. has been whining about that, too. At this point, the toilet has all new innards and it still isn't running any better. I am tired of messing with it. Stupid toilet. Fucker doesn't behave better here directly, we're going to replace it with a brand new low-volume-flush one and I will personally throw its ass away in the drop box. (Toilets shatter if you throw them hard enough, didja know?) I deserve a life that does not include the words jiggle the handle.
After lunch, I went back to Everett, as we'd gotten keys on 321 little house in the interim. I did a walkthrough there. Fucking cunt had painted (badly) the living room WalMart Flat Off-White (it's the color of a creamsicle) and just... stopped at the windows in the room between the living room and the kitchen. It needs to be repainted over the flat creamsicle and touched up elsewhere. The carpets need to be cleaned, fridge needs to be cleaned. The tenant had her own stove so I will need to round up a stove for in there. The front door has some issues b/c someone kicked it open -- the jamb will need to be reattached and the holes filled and touched up so that the "repair" looks less asshatted. NOTE TO TENANTS: Screwing boards to drywall is ineffective no matter how big the screws you are using are. You need studs for proper screwing. :) The basement door (which wasn't great when they moved in) also needs to be rebuilt as they kicked it in, too. (I'm thinking two sheets of 3/4 plywood, put orthogonally and then screwed together, holes filled, and painted. Let them fucking try to put a foot through that. Asshats.) And the bathroom door, it has one of those dent-y holes you get when the violent member of your household tries to put his or her fist through a hollow-core door.
Ex-tenant from 321 spent an hour in the office telling M. that she was moving because upstairs-front at 321 was drunk and in the yard and exposing himself to her all the time. He also would be drunk and driving his kids around all the time and she couldn't believe that the cops didn't arrest him for that. Why, she asked, wasn't Children and Youth taking an interest? Er. Ma'am, did you call the cops? Did you put a bug in the ear of C&Y? "No, no. I didn't want to get involved." Right, then. Neither does anyone else. Tenant in upstairs-front pays his rent. His woman keeps a neat and tidy house. They aren't wrecking anything and I'm not getting complaints about them from downstairs-front lady, either. Ex-tenant also said that she couldn't fart without both of the little old ladies (front, downstairs and the neighbor next door with the two small dogs) knowing all of her business.
I suspect that her business would be far less commented upon by the little old ladies if people would quit kicking down the fucking doors and stuff. No wonder the neighbors are in your business, bitch -- they're on the lookout for the day when the place is surrounded by cop cars and the meat wagon guys are carrying out your dead body. Three doors beat in is a lot for a two-bedroom apartment -- you must have a very exciting personal life.
Current game plan is to fix the (minor) issues with the little house first, get a sign up, and get that rented. Tenants in 343 want to rent it so that their kid can go to Everett. That's fine, but then I have a vacant in Bedford, lord knows what they've done to the place -- it was brand fucking new when they moved in. Whatever. Once I get that squared away, then it's back to the (endless) painting at Bunny's.
Back in Bedford (people had paid rent and things), I went to the bank. I deposited dividend checks for Dad, for Grandma, for Roy, for me. I mailed off checks for Joe and DL. I have SJ's check to drop off tomorrow because I suck and I forgot it on the way home. I picked up SJ's sewing machine from the fixit place and took it back to her house. I dropped off the Dad letter for Grandma. I put two outlets in at Bunny's (to replace the ones that the plastic was all broken off).
After all that (which did not feel very productive even though I did get some stuff done), I went home and played pony. The weather was astonishingly nice today and I grabbed Callisto and took her out of the field for a brief spot of "Lookit, saddle pad!" and "Yee-haw, this is a bridle" and "I am going to pick up your feet and hold them and pick them out and tap on them a little with the hoofpick." All of that was probably more exciting to read than to watch. Horse was not pressed about any of the activities and took them all in stride.
She did try to spit the bit out, over and over, but that's normal for young horses on first bridle wearing experience, so no biggie. She gave nicely to rein pressure left and right (I stood beside her for this) and backed up with light rein pressure on both reins. Smart horse. Maybe we'll rig up something for some ground driving here directly. That might be a fun thing for her. (It's not real driving, like with a harness. It's something you teach green horses to do so that they have some steering and brakes when you get on them.) Anyway, unless something goes really wrong in the future, I'll be on her back by the end of April.
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Should I have been more warn-ish? I did try...
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But enquiring minds want to know what you're cooking this week as well!
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End of last week, I cranked out some no-meat vindaloo that was quite tasty. Assorted filler meals have been made with asparagus, lemon butter, and rice. I think there was also a boiled-potato-with-cottage-cheese in there, too.
I have been contemplating making pasty cream (the filling for bavarian donuts and cream puffs) because I've been gifted with a fair number of eggs, but as yet that has not come to fruition. I don't want it to fill anything, I just want it for eating with a spoon, like pudding only better.
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