Home Improvement

There's an old fashioned cast iron claw footed bathtub in my house. It's a long tub and I can lie back and luxuriate if I desire to take lengthy bath, but I rarely choose to do that. The quick, morning shower is my usual choice. The down side of such a tub is that the only practical way to interface a shower with it is by using an adapter that doesn't seem to last more than a few years.

The last such time a new adapter was in order (because the women were getting tired of wedging a plastic razor handle under the diverter knob) I decided to tackle the project myself. I found a new adapter at The Home Depot and after an hour or so of work it was in and almost as good as new. There was just the tiniest spray of water coming from the collar that attached the pipe to the rest of the plumbing and with one more small nudge of the wrench all should have been perfectly well until I heard and felt the most awful snap!

I ruined the entire thing.

Figuring I had nothing to lose I called The Home Depot and asked to speak to the manager. When he came on the line I started with, "Do you have an I bought something at your store, brought it home, tried to install it myself, and ruined it completely so we'll give you a new one free policy?" After he finished laughing the manager asked me what had happened. I told him the whole story, including that it was my own fault that the thing broke. "Bring it it and we'll give you a new one," he replied in a friendly tone. I did. And then I called the plumber.

Treat me well, and I'm a customer for life. The Home Depot gets ALL of my home improvement business unless they don't have something I need and another local place does.

Recently, for a while I contended with a toilet that kept spritzing water into the bowl long after the flush and fill cycle completed. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why it was doing that until I reached into the tank to poke around only to have the overfill pipe crack right off. It was on that run to The Home Depot a few days ago that I snapped the shot above. Surprisingly, replacing the pipe was a breeze until the smallest drip at the end needed to be fixed. Imagine the litany I delivered when I was tightening the bolt that attaches the tank to the bowl and felt the head of the bolt snap off. Another run to The Depot? Haha! Not this time. At the suggestion of the helpful guy at the store I'd bought the full tank kit and had a new bolt right here at the ready. I can flush! Life is good!

I made it out on the scooter for a while this afternoon. I stopped a few blocks from the house to pull on my gloves, and after about a half an hour of riding and a run to Sheetz to fill the tire that keeps leaking slowly I needed to come back to thaw myself out. It wasn't all that cold, really, but with the miserable head cold that I'm battling I felt frozen. Perhaps when the rain ends in a few days I'll be able to take the BV to work for the first time since the beginning of the school year. Well, if there's little risk of sneezing into the visor of my helmet, that is!

Cards in a Deck

A few days ago I turned as old as the number of cards in a standard deck, without the Jokers, of course.  I remember my favorite uncle often chuckling on various birthdays, "Where you're 52 we'll shuffle you."  Well, here I am, Unc.  Shuffle away!

I was sufficiently fortunate to have good, warm scootin' weather on the day itself and had the presence of mind to capture the date on the dashboard display...

My birthday suit (Lucky for your eyes!) consisted of only my school clothes and a light jacket.  I'd almost gotten to the point, especially with the huge snowfall only a few weeks ago, of despairing in feeling as if the spring-like weather would never arrive, or at least not this early, but here it is!  Notice that the snow's gone in the background already.

We celebrated the milestone the weekend before when the girls could be home so the day itself passed quietly but most pleasantly.  Almost all of my Facebook friends popped in to wish me a happy birthday and a very lovely voice sang the birthday song to me probably over a dozen times, complete with the second verse - "May the Dear Lord bless you!"  A dear friend joined us for a seafood supper.  It was very nice!

Now, as for the brevity of this post and its fourth grade style - I feel like crap.  Hardly past midnight into the 9th I started getting the sore throat and the coughing.  We're now at the "head feels like it's packed with concrete" and "eyeballs feel like they're going to pop right out of my head" stages.  It's just a head cold, but I always seem to forget just how miserable they can make one feel.  Between this and the "build an ark" kind of rain that's supposed to be coming just in time for the weekend I might be grounded again for a little while.  But, there's no snow in the forecast, so I'll consider myself blessed and let it go at that.

Up or Down! In or Out!

I distinctly remember my Mom's Mom yelling at my sister, my cousins, and me whenever we'd hyperactively run in and out of the house or up and down the cellar stairs repeatedly as kids seem programmed to do for the sheer sake of annoying the adults who are driven crazy by it. "Up or down!" she'd cry in the latter case. "In or out!" in the former. I want to do that with the weather these days. "Snow or don't!" I'd like to bellow to some power that might heed my cry and alter the global weather patterns to suit me.

We got over a foot of snow between Friday and Saturday. I shoveled. (It's a heck of a lot easier being nearly 50 pounds lighter than last year.) I manned the Toro and blew probably a few tons of it off the sidewalks and out of our parking spaces. I shoveled some more when a few additional nuisance inches fell. I posted the picture of the icicles hanging off the back of the scooter on Saturday thinking that it would be a few more weeks before I'd get the bike in gear. Then the sun came out. I had the BV out and about on Sunday afternoon!

I wish I were mechanically in the know to any degree at all. The flat tire I replaced last year haunts me in that the new one that took its place needs to be filled every couple of days. Warranty or not, and I haven't even checked, it's going to necessitate a trip to the shop to drop the cycle off, the interminable wait, and then the trip back down to pick it up. The dealership is in a part of the city that there's no easy way to get to without having to go through many traffic lights and stop signs. In fact, I can be miles away on the interstate in the time that it takes me to meander through the city to get there. So, yeah, I wish I could take off the tire and just go to a tire shop to have it looked at rather than have to take the whole bike to the shop and leave it there. Oh, there's probably a YouTube video showing exactly how to do it, but I wouldn't trust myself. There are too many things back there to screw up.

Spring must be just around the corner. I'll be happy enough for now with Daylight Savings Time arriving in two weeks!