The Gang’s All Here

It’s the week of home repairs and projects.  As I write this there are six people now either in the house or out in the garden and not one of them speaks English and, for some reason, the housekeeper seems oddly suspicious of all of them.

But, I did just watch and learn how to fix a toilet with a nail and a bit of electrical tape.  Huh, who would have thought? 

I am a mini-MacGyver in the making.

The water tank mystery has moved to a plan of corrective execution which is being undertaking by three lads out back.  They are digging a massive hole, lining it with cement cinder blocks and when all is dry, stable and ready, are going to put the water tank into the ground.

Apparently, this will solve all the issues with the tank filling and we will no longer need to run extension cords out to the road to increase the pressure from the main with the other pump because with the tank in the ground, gravity will do the natural thing and take care of it.

This project is going to take nine days or so.  We are on day 2 and there is a large, perfectly square – I mean, it’s gorgeously cubed and was done by means of shovel, tape measure and wheel barrel –  hole in the ground.

About two feet down, the orange/brown soil turns to sand in a very clear layer.  Kind of interesting, but this is an island after all and we don’t live that far from the coast.

Whenever the ground is dug up like this, we can expect one or two things to occur.  A scorpion spotting, which is what happened at the first house we lived at here and when they too, were doing some repairs to the water tank and house water lines, and/or a feverish increase in cockroaches.

Last night while I was sweating it up cooking in the kitchen, the population increase of la roach came a-calling.

Usually, the after sunset cooking in the kitchen has me rubbed down with bug spray swatting away a few moths and chasing out a few frogs.  The lizards and I seem to have developed an unspoken understanding.  They stay out of my way while I’m in there and while we sleep at night, the kitchen is open for feeding. 

Quick point of info:  We don’t have screens on any windows or doors and we keep everything open all the time so that we don’t roast alive whilst inside the house.

But, cockroaches can be very annoying when you are trying to whip up dinner, can’t they?  Dang them. 

The other gangs of animals and insects are pretty passive and just kind of look on from afar, but the roaches just want to get all up in your face and check out the action first hand.

I killed four while I was cooking, one of which decided to check out the lardons I was removing from the pan (for some unknown reason I made daube provencale, a rather wintery stew dish, last night) by sitting himself in the palm of my hand under the paper towel I was holding. 

Tickle, tickle.   What the heck.  Small scream.  And whack with a pan.

The Frenchman killed another two that were flying about while we were watching a movie later in the evening.

We are so not afraid of so many things anymore and that is such a kiss-ass, kung-fu feeling.  Fear of any kind is such a downer and a dragger and just so not necessary.  And even overcoming small fears, such as, the creepy-crawly bugs, adds and bulids and strarts to turn into something wonderful.

And thus, fear is being replaced by gusto and the giant hole in the ground project is under way. 

Our dishwasher (Why, yes!  They have dishwashers here), which has not worked since we returned from holidays at the end of December is still not working, BUT it has been checked out by two different people and another guy is supposed to arrive today.

 I hold onto hope.

IN POST UPDATE:  While in the midst of posting this, a team of two repair men came to check out the dishwasher.  I showed them what was up and while the machine was gearing up to run, the senior of the two men leaned over and listened to the machine.

“I know what is wrong,” he said a few moments.

And with that they took apart the machine, replaced a part and fixed it. 

Super cool.  These are the things they don’t teach you at college:  how to fix a toilet with a nail and a piece of electrical tape and how to fix a dishwasher by simply listening to it.


About Minnesota Pilgrim

A GenX Xpat who moved from Minnesota to Mauritius to France with her Frenchman lover. Multiple cultures, total bedlam, absolute bliss.
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