Sunday, July 4
We had some excitement on Saturday night, though not really the kind you hope for...I went into the kitchen around 9:00pm to get some water and heard the sound of raining...coming from the inside corner of the kitchen. Water was streaming down through the cupboards above the oven, pooling on the stove and the counters, and collecting on the floor.
We immediately contacted our building manager, who called the building maintenance folks. Before we heard back from them, there was a knock on the door—our neighbor two floors below us had come up—first to the 14th floor and then, when no one answered his knock, to us on the 15th floor, trying to figure out the source of the leak, which was also spilling into his kitchen.
Within about twenty minutes, they had stopped the leak—apparently it had started on the 22nd floor. We spent a while getting our kitchen in order, taking out drawers and emptying them into the sink, washing silverware, and mopping up the floor. I've been reading (maybe too much?) about the terrible condo collapse in Miami, and I have a little image in the back of my mind of floor after floor of water-damaged walls crumbling like wet cardboard, but I know that's not really how these things work.
Anyway, it didn't rain this weekend (at least, not outside our kitchen) and the weather was scorching hot again—in the upper 90s but “feels like 111F,” according to my phone. With that and the Covid closures, there wasn't much to do except eat bao and fresh doughnuts in Chinatown, pick up some household supplies, Facetime with family, and laze around the pool.
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| Attacking some bao in Chinatown |
Hidden Chinatown house
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| Sunday morning breakfast |
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| Bangkok sunset |
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