Vampire Repairman

Originally posted November 26/2007 on "Allison Wonderland"


How is this even possible? We came home at 8:30, and Clompie had a repairman (repair person?) just showing up to do some kind of thing out in back of the house- our front door. AJ stopped to mention to her (again) that we have an indoor swimming pool in our entryway... she said, "Really? It's leaking?" I am not joking, folks.

Where the heck do you find someone who's willing to come over to do outdoor repair work after dark?!

So now there's this guy out in the yard, in the dark, on a ladder. He may or may not have a flashlight. We have a porch light; it's motion-activated, and it stays on for a whole 2 seconds if you're really lucky. Clompie's out there with him, probably acting shocked at the state of the roof- what they can see of it under her deck, that is. They came in a few minutes ago to check out the ceiling. "Where's the leak?" she asked. AJ pointed to the huge brown blotch on the ceiling, the one that's all bulgy with wetness. Clompie stood there on the very wet carpet, looking bemused. Because, you know, we haven't been reminding her about this very problem for the past year and a half.

Part of the problem is obviously that the woman doesn't sleep. We've joked about that before, me and AJ, when we've heard her clomping around at all hours... but it's true. All these nights I've been up at random times with Simon, she's been up. A few nights ago she remembered to take her high-heeled shoes off at 1:30 am- that was nice. But then she started moving furniture... I think. Two nights ago there was a man's voice up there until veeery late, and again in the morning- I can only assume he went home late and then came back for breakfast. Nice guy. But really, if you never slept, you'd have memory problems, too. And... reality problems, I guess.

Seriously, though, why isn't he doing this stuff during the day?