I was going to talk about how, when I walked in the door from work last night, I discovered yellow-brown chunky water gushing down the walls and from a bubble that had formed in the ceiling in my kitchen, covering every dish and pot that I own, ruining a cupboard full of food, soaking my entire refrigerator and all the things stuck to the front of it in a nasty film of filth, and how Landlady is refusing reimbursements for ruined food and/or cleaning costs and I'll likely have to deal with some nastiness when I withhold it from my rent next month, and how Landlady and Plumber proceeded to turn the water off to the entire building after I reported the problem (since nobody in the two apartments directly above mine was home to report their leaks) and couldn't even begin to scrub the walls and dishes and clean my apartment, forcing me to spend the night at K.'s and leave my place smelling like cat piss and decaying corpses.
But K. said that would make me sound like a bitchy queen blogger, and perhaps I'd best take another approach to today's post.
So, I have decided that I will blog about my daughter, Camille. This may come as a surprise to many of you. I haven't talked about her yet, because she has been living with her Aunt C., my best friend in the whole wide world, back in Cleveland since January. I will talk further about Camille and C. later this afternoon, after I have calmed down and had some coffee.
Posted by mak at June 12, 2003 10:40 AM