Look Up!
We began our missionary flat inspections today. We started with the nearby sisters. The sisters who have now trapped 7 or 8 mice. I have been on the phone several times with various and sundry people from the management company and the landlord. I'm telling you, things are no different here than home....it's just hard to get a fire lit under some people. They claimed that a pest control company had been commissioned to rid the place of vermin, and they would be in touch either today or tomorrow. I guess it will be tomorrow.
We walked over this morning to their flat, a pleasant and fairly short walk. It was gray and glorious with no chance of rain. How do they know this? Those clouds looked very threatening. However, the forecast tomorrow is heavily in favor of precipitation.
Their flat is above a little shop on a very busy area of the city. In fact, from their living room window, you can look down on the town square and the entrance to a big relatively new mall. I stood there enchanted, gazing down at the crowds milling around....everything from buskers to what looked like CIA, and everything in between.
The walk over was lovely because I wasn't concerned with the gps on my phone. We know the way, and don't need directions anymore. So I looked around a lot more and thought every direction I looked needed a picture! So here they are: (And they are all within a 10 minute walk...closer to 5 minutes!)
We spent about a half hour with them\ sisters, making sure their fire alarms, CO alarms, fire extinguisher and all other features of a small flat is in working order. We reported back to the flat manager that he needs to send someone in to repair the upper stove in a small double oven and they need to fix the doorbell as well. I'm not sure how long that will take, since the mouse problem was designated and "emergency" and we have yet to hear from anyone who even vaguely looks like he is there to get rid of them.
We entered through a heavy blank bolted door recessed off the street by about 18 inches. When the sisters answered, we followed them up a narrow set of stairs that led up to a fork in the path. Going to the right would get us to the back door of a jewelry shop, going to the left led us up another little set of stairs to another locked door which opened to their flat.
It was bright and clean and very tidy....except for the two set mousetraps and one giant rat trap. (The didn't know about mouse traps and had gotten it by mistake. The mice enjoyed eating the peanut butter off the trap without any consequences, but have since met their demise.
After leaving them, we wandered around a few shops nearby looking at some kitchen utensils that we might think about later, and also looking for the particular kind of light bulb in their flat that needs replacement.
In the afternoon, I did some much-needed filing and more telephone calling to set up appointments. We will be heading up to Cambridge in November with our YSAs for an exchange weekend. It's done every November and sounds fun.
I made sloppy joes for lunch tomorrow with our missionary district conference, and also a pot of soup just to have on hand. I also cooked a frozen dinner of Indian food that looked and smelled great while I was baking it. Somehow though, about half-way through I turned the heat up the highest possible degree, and this was the result....even that black tray they come in (oven proof) melted into a tar-like goo:
Ironing and watching the women's session of general conference rounded out an otherwise great day.
We walked over this morning to their flat, a pleasant and fairly short walk. It was gray and glorious with no chance of rain. How do they know this? Those clouds looked very threatening. However, the forecast tomorrow is heavily in favor of precipitation.
Their flat is above a little shop on a very busy area of the city. In fact, from their living room window, you can look down on the town square and the entrance to a big relatively new mall. I stood there enchanted, gazing down at the crowds milling around....everything from buskers to what looked like CIA, and everything in between.
The walk over was lovely because I wasn't concerned with the gps on my phone. We know the way, and don't need directions anymore. So I looked around a lot more and thought every direction I looked needed a picture! So here they are: (And they are all within a 10 minute walk...closer to 5 minutes!)
We spent about a half hour with them\ sisters, making sure their fire alarms, CO alarms, fire extinguisher and all other features of a small flat is in working order. We reported back to the flat manager that he needs to send someone in to repair the upper stove in a small double oven and they need to fix the doorbell as well. I'm not sure how long that will take, since the mouse problem was designated and "emergency" and we have yet to hear from anyone who even vaguely looks like he is there to get rid of them.
We entered through a heavy blank bolted door recessed off the street by about 18 inches. When the sisters answered, we followed them up a narrow set of stairs that led up to a fork in the path. Going to the right would get us to the back door of a jewelry shop, going to the left led us up another little set of stairs to another locked door which opened to their flat.
It was bright and clean and very tidy....except for the two set mousetraps and one giant rat trap. (The didn't know about mouse traps and had gotten it by mistake. The mice enjoyed eating the peanut butter off the trap without any consequences, but have since met their demise.
After leaving them, we wandered around a few shops nearby looking at some kitchen utensils that we might think about later, and also looking for the particular kind of light bulb in their flat that needs replacement.
In the afternoon, I did some much-needed filing and more telephone calling to set up appointments. We will be heading up to Cambridge in November with our YSAs for an exchange weekend. It's done every November and sounds fun.
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| Plaque on the front of our apartment building. |
I made sloppy joes for lunch tomorrow with our missionary district conference, and also a pot of soup just to have on hand. I also cooked a frozen dinner of Indian food that looked and smelled great while I was baking it. Somehow though, about half-way through I turned the heat up the highest possible degree, and this was the result....even that black tray they come in (oven proof) melted into a tar-like goo:
Ironing and watching the women's session of general conference rounded out an otherwise great day.
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