Another rainy day here in the village. Today I am stuck at home coordinating an assault of plumbers on my water pump - it decided to stop working yesterday! A very dear friend pointed out that this is one of those times when renting is an advantage. Today I can hand this massive project off to a list of other people. Which is especially good since I have absolutely no idea what any of the correct Dutch words are when it comes to such specific machinery. * I don't have a strong vocabulary just yet.
My phone call to the maintenance man was humorous to say the least... I could only report that some buttons were red and one was flashing yellow. In a gentle way, he told me that this information was absolutely useless. Ahhh... the Dutch and their directness! It never fails. At the moment they are slowly taking apart the wall in my laundry room to access the pipes that connect to the defunct pump. This gives me great anxiety. Suddenly I feel like doing a dozen loads of laundry, just for the hell of it.
Seriously, I am really itching to do some laundry right now...
* My Dutch language strengths are identifying all the meats at the butcher and saying hello and goodbye to everyone I cross paths with, as I aim to be polite in the village 24/7. Secretly, I think they expect this of me as an American - and I am surely not going to disappoint - my ultimate aspiration is harmonious cultural relations... and tap water at restaurants.
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