Saturday, August 12, 2006
Fun in a tenement
I can instantly list the reasons I live in a tenement, as I have had to defend my living choice to pretty much anybody who has ever set foot in my apartment. It's a place my grandparents would be angry to see me in, "after all we toiled to move out of that slum and you're right back where we started." (Well not really, they started in East New York which is still a slum; at least I live in a neighborhood that has become as overpriced as the rest of NY.)
However, there are some real fun times. Like today. I was cleaning the crisper in the bathtub, which is in the kitchen, and filled it with soapy water, and then brought the big heavy thing carefully to the toilet to dump out the scummy, dirty water. But oops I missed, and most of the water sloshed onto the floor. I watched in high spirits as it magically got sucked into the crack between the floor and the wall and drained down below, onto the ceiling of the guy downstairs. What a hoot. Didn't even need a mop.