Saturday Evening Post

[This post was written Saturday evening, before our internet access was restored.]

Tonight, after an arduous day of moving and unpacking, the ceiling in the guest room started to leak. Not just a trickle either — more like a torrent. My parents had come to watch the baby while we worked, so this was happening in their room. We ran to get the mop and the baby’s plastic bathtub, which we placed directly under the stream. And right about then it hit me: there was no landlord to call, no building manager to inform. We were on our own.

“I can’t believe this! On the very first day!” I said. “We had a full inspection done just last month — and paid a lot of money for it too! — and no one told us there was any issue like this…”

“Welcome to home ownership,” my father said drily.