Last week I vented about a bathroom sink faucet that I could not find replacement cartridges for. Today I stopped by a small local hardware store and they had them. Reasonably priced as well at $6 each. But I bought and installed a new faucet anyway, as my wife didn’t really like the polished bright bronze finish of the old one.
One the plus side, I have four more of the old faucets in my house, and it’s nice to know that I can get the cartridges if I need to. I don’t intend on replacing all of them.
Now. You don’t know you can get cartridges next year when you next need one. At $6 each I’d buy enough now to replace the carts in all my old faucets. I would not necessarily install the new carts now, but I’d sure buy them now.
I have been that guy. When you live with someone long enough you see them as sort of a fixed icon, not a dynamic changing entity. At least until you have reason to interact really closely and actually see them, not just look in their general direction to notice where they are and what they’re doing.
OTOH, here’s a story of a time I noticed her revised haircut almost instantly. And that wasn’t so good either:
AIUI this is a common complaint among women married to men. It does not mean he doesn’t love you. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. It seems to be a difference in the way we view the world and people around us.
Miller thanks! I thought that they were gone forever.
If yours is a mini rant I have an automotive micro-rant. My car was due for an oil change which I’ve put off for the last month-ish. Then it developed a slow leak in one tire, needing a top-up about weekly. So when I had a gap in my activities I took it to my usual shop.
The tire leak was a screw in the tread. Very easy to plug and this isn’t one of those stupid shops that refuses to plug tires due to some vague phobia about “liability”. But …
The rear tires are just about worn out. Fronts are fine. Which is typical on these cars. And we’re just now entering the rainiest part of rainy season, where driving in deep water on the roads is common. IOW, it’s hydroplaning season.
I got some sleep last night but awoke early in the morning to, ah, attend to the porcelain throne for awhile … and then again … and AGAIN WTF and really need more rest before Long Night (my longest shift of the week, 9+ hours on my feet in a busy restaurant kitchen).
So OF COURSE my brain started reviewing every bad thing in my life, past and present.
Hence, distracting myself with you guys!
Same …
(Add it to the list of things for my brain to gnaw on.)
I have a terrible appetite and an, ah, puke-y tummy. But going without eating for days on end isn’t a great idea, so I’ve made a conscientious effort to eat more - and occasionally, even healthy - lately.
Which has had predictable results on the other end, hence my rather hasty and extended retreat from bed to potty.
This is my life now. Eat, poop, work, try to sleep. That’s it, that’s all there is?
I don’t know if this is a rant or just a weird anomoly. It is supposed to rain tomorrow. I have to be three places tomorrow, 150 miles apart from start to finish, though they are the two long sides of a triangle so something flying could get there with less mileage but not driving unless one has an amphibious vehicle. I have been watching the forecast(s). In looking at my preferred site - weather.gov two of the three list expected precipitation amounts while the third does not. Now I know that different NWS offices can do things differently but here’s the weird part, locations 2 & 3 are issued from the same office. How does one office do things differently???
I have mornings where it seems like I spend half my time sitting on the throne. It doesn’t help that one of my morning pills is a Lasix, which occasionally decides to put my kidney’s/bladder into overdrive. Fortunately, being retired I don’t need to try and go to work. However, I have learned that if I have a morning doctor appointment or errand I will put off taking my Lasix until I get back home.
I remember an old Betty newspaper comic strip. From my distant memory, the blonde Betty had just come home from the hair salon with newly dyed black hair. As she walked past her husband, he said “Very nice!” Betty’s thought bubble said, “Wow, he noticed my new dye job!” Her husband’s thought bubble said, “Betty’s new cologne smells like chemicals, but I complimented her like a good husband!”
Update on my handyman story After getting a similar $150+ minimum charge from a second place, I went on NextDoor to see if I could find any handyman recommendations there. I called one that was reasonably near me and explained what I needed done. He asked for my address, and said h’d be right over. In about half an hour he showed up, pulled out a bigger wrench then I’d had, and got the existing screw out of the post. I screwed the new one in place just to make sure it would fit. He recommended that I might want to unscrew it a bit and put some caulking under it and then re-tighten it.
When I asked him what I owed him, he said, “No charge!” He’s now on my list of people I will call if I ever need a bigger job done. (I also gave him a good recommendation on NextDoor.)
and really need more rest before Long Night (my longest shift of the week, 9+ hours on my feet in a busy restaurant kitchen).
