For a while, the water pressure in my bathroom sink has been terrible – a smidgeon above a trickle. Now that it’s summer, this has become a major issue so I called my landlord. This man fixes EVERYTHING. Pipe busted? No need to call a plumber…he came with a book bag full of tools and trinkets and tinkered with that pipe until it worked. There is something a little strange about a grown man with a book bag...strapped on one shoulder circa 1988.
No heat? No problem. Insert a key and start banging on it until it works.
Today, he went in the bathroom and twisted and turned knobs until the water flowed properly. To salute him and all the do-it-myself-cheaper-than-cheap landlords, I officially dub them Tinker Toodles.
On tap – properly running water. :-)
This week – Yo! Friday is 4th of July. Anyone down for a semi-impromptu picnic? We get to a Brooklyn park early (9 am folks to get a spot), everyone bring something (food, drinks, utensils, plates, cups, hammock, badminton, football, whatever) and chill for a few hours. Get in early, get our grill on and be out early enough to go eat again at someone else cookout – you know folks will call on the ‘spur’… Holla if you’re interested. To my traveling folks with big money yo, be safe and enjoy.
Lata Lovelies,
-Betsy Ice
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