Kind Stranger Followup; Plumber woes; Duncan and Frances, BFF

[grrgoyl]

Follow-up on trying to reward the kind stranger who brought our little boy home to us -- with no idea where he lives, and only the vaguest physical description (Tery was too gobsmacked to find Gideon being held by a stranger on our doorstep), it's proving far more difficult than we thought to track him down. We abandoned the door-to-door tack after going through mostly two stairwells of units, and have now resorted to posting signs asking him to stop by again sometime...at this writing, in four stairwells. It's like he's an angel that appeared out of nowhere exactly when Gideon needed him, and then evaporated into the ether when his work was done. I ask every single person I meet about him, and no one has any idea at all. Our second theory is that he's a Journeyman.

~*~

Our sink was dripping. It would probably have been a simple fix, but Tery and I both reasoned that after 20+ years (the age of our condo), it would be nice to get a new faucet. Installing it proved trickier than expected, however, when trying to match up the 20-year-old piping to the new fixture. Rather than risking pulling out something we couldn't put back in again, we decided to call a plumber. He arrived yesterday, looked at the sink, and asked, "Where's the rest of it?" He was referring to a small disc-like piece that was apparently critical in installing the faucet. I knew exactly what it looked like, it had been kicking around on the counter all weekend, mocking us. Now it was time to fulfill its destiny and the little bugger was nowhere to be found.

He left apologetically, but there really was nothing more he could do at that point. As soon as he left I remembered that I had taken the trash out that morning. I ran out to the Dumpster armed with a painter's extension pole because I remembered the bin was empty and the bag would be out of reach. In the interim someone had dumped a huge, heavy Persian rug on top of it, but that's not the funny bit. I fished it out and hoisted it over my shoulder to bring back to the house, which was unfortunately witnessed by our UPS man. This guy already has a negative opinion of us ever since I dropped his clipboard stylus near some ferret poop in our entryway (yes, it's disgusting, but you know how your own messes (or those of your animals) don't bother you as much as someone else's. Anyway, we've been fastidious about keeping the area clean ever since). Now here he was watching me pull garbage out of the Dumpster and take it back upstairs with me. We'll be lucky if he ever delivers to us again.

It was worth it, however, when I found the missing piece at the bottom. I caught the plumber just before he left the parking lot, the faucet was installed and all's well that end's well. Except for the permanently emotionally scarred UPS guy.

~*~

Lastly, here are some pics for kavieshana, who has never seen ferrets with cats before.

Sharing a companionable meal together

Friends with Benefits

And of course vacationing in Aruba togther

Lastly, and a little unrelated, here's Duncan enjoying some apple pie:

That wicked gleam in his eye is because he thinks he's getting away with something bad

Comments

[vagynafondue.livejournal.com]

I'm glad Gideon is safe at home again!

Those pictures are too fucking cute. I love the Aruba one!

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

Thank you, thank you and thank you : ) (though my photoshopping skills pale in comparison to yours)

[metatronis.livejournal.com]

Wow, those are some pie-hungry eyes.
Aruba! Pretty swanky.
My pets like to vacation in the Bahamas.

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

lol I know! He looks like a pie-hungry anaconda!
Bahamas, niiiiiiice....

[life-on-stage.livejournal.com]

I say go full Sweeney Todd on the UPS guy. Next time you see him, start dragging a body around, hehehehehhe.

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

But I luuuurve the UPS guy. He brings me prezzies!

Speaking of, there's this para tu.

[madam-o.livejournal.com]

though the last photo freaks me out a bit it's also my fave

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

I know, he looks like such a little demon ; )

[lizzieloudotcom.livejournal.com]

That last photo is Very Nearly Terrifying. How do you sleep at night!!?!?!

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

I sleep like a baby (like your icon). Unfortunately one of his favorite games at night is to bite Tery's slumbering ankles and run away before she can punish him.

Ooh, pictures for me. And in Aruba, too, how posh!

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

That gleam in his eye is because he is possessed by Satan. I agree with OFB.

I still refuse to believe this whole sink ordeal happened, but I'll pretend I do long enough to crack up at the image of you crawling through the trash looking for the disk you needed.

Also, woah there, the ferrets aren't house-trained? Even Damien was house-trained.

Re: Ooh, pictures for me. And in Aruba, too, how posh!

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

Okay fine. He's possessed. Which means you should be nice to me or I'll sneak him into your house at night.

You caught me. I had to concoct an elaborate scheme to explain why I couldn't be FIRST for fear of you thinking I didn't care about you. I should've known I couldn't fool you.

Nope, not housetrained. But then neither are most babies and people still keep having those.