Complaining

OK, I know I'm not supposed to do this because I am living the good life on a Caribbean island and all that, but I have to get a few things off my chest this week.

For starters, the septic field for our apartment building was dug up three weeks ago and we still have a giant hole in our backyard. Every week more trucks come and dump a load of rubble on the grass, and I'm guessing that this rubble is eventually meant to fill in the hole. When the event of actually putting the rubble in the hole might take place is anyone's guess. In the meantime, Stan is constantly rooting through the rubble for garbage (plastic, drywall, what-have-you) to eat and/or play with.

The hole is also filled with rain water and has become a breeding ground for mosquitoes. We are being tormented both outside and in our apartment by the little buggers. The laundry room is right next to the abyss, so the mosquitoes have taken up residence in our washing machines. Every morning the person who is unfortunate enough to have to use the machines first is pelted by a barrage of mosquitoes flying up into their face. Yesterday, my neighbour Faith, waged war in the laundry room and unloaded a full can of Lysol into the washing machines and in the various other crevices where the mosquitoes were hiding.

My own personal technique is to throw some clothes at the washing machine and run out of the room to allow the mosquitoes to dissipate and then return over and over until all the clothes are in the machine and all the mosquitoes are out of it. However, sometimes I open the washer after a cycle has run and some mosquitoes STILL fly out of it.

I would also like to complain about the water pressure. Sometimes the pressure is so low that I turn on the tap and no water at all comes out. I have to wait several minutes before a tiny trickle begins. I know it's a given to have low pressure in the dry season, but in defence of my impatience it has been raining quite a bit lately.

OK, I'll admit I don't have much else to bitch about. I was feeling a little down about the drudgery of housework yesterday. But today I am prepared to drop Paul off at daycare and come back and face my housewifely duties. Or maybe I'll just go to the beach...