About 15 years ago, Ex-GF-M broke the soap dish on the wall on the side of her bathtub. Today, the same happened to me, as a result of a failure of the adhesive used when this building was erected. Yes, there is always more to it than a simple answer. But I was lucky to have the materials around to rig up a temporary cover that should keep this section of wall dry until I can get a handyman to fix it.
My big question is: Why did this section of tile fall off? No, I am not looking for the simple answer. I'm looking for the root cause of failure. Was there a tiny leak that I couldn't see that cause damage to the drywall? Who knows? But fixing this will cost me a little bit of money to fix, money that I don't want to spent at this time.
After covering this area with duct tape, and over that, a construction bag to provide two layers of protection, I felt comfortable that I've bought a week or two to find a handyman and then get this job done. Now, to find that handyman....
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Once I was done in the bathroom, I proceeded to put on my makeup, get dressed, and out the door to see a former coworker for lunch. My fiend wanted to eat outside, and I chose the Birdsall House in Peekskill. I remembered that they made a great bowl of chili, so I figured that this would be a nice change of pace for the two of us.
I arrived at the Gastropub shortly before my friend, and sat down at a shady table outdoors. We ordered our meals, and then started to catch up on things. We discussed my travels, and her travails. Let's just say that a problem that she's been dealing with had an unexpected development in her family life that threw her for a loop. While we chatted, a couple of wasps (the flying insect kind, not the type who qualifies for legacy admissions) bothered us enough to take our plates to an inside table where we finished our meal in peace.
All too soon, we had to go. And for me, it was time to go home and take a nap....
