Thank God for April and being less scheduled (on purpose, once I realized how overscheduled March was). My dear friend Karen came over one afternoon because she is awesome like that. She touched up my kitchen cabinets, painted trim, put up some hardware, touched up kitchen walls, and was generally awesome. I also put a fresh coat of stain/varnish on the upstairs bathroom cabinets and mirrors, fixed the seal along the tub, etc.
My first at-home productive weekend in a month (a week or two ago) was awesome. I repainted the front door, door hardware, replaced outdoor light fixture, painted the mailbox and address numbers, sanded and spray painted the bathroom light fixture to cover the rust spots, reinstalled it, found touch up paint for the dining room (SCORE!).
Owen came over for a couple hours and removed adhesive from the front siding (thanks to a great prank from many years ago that included a lot of bows stuck all over the front of my house) and did a bit of yard work for me. And then, after my half hour dinner break, I worked on plumbing… actually, I had started in the afternoon… (prepare for a plumbing rant)
Anyway, there I was in a desperate state looking for a washer for the drain at Walmart… whose plumbing department let me down big time (no surprise there). I did pick up another set of drain hoses which I realized I would need for the second bathroom faucet. So I stood in line with 30 other people at 10 pm at Walmart, waiting for the two tired cashiers to ring up my stupid hoses… Hoping against hope, I went from there to Meijer, sure their plumbing department is about as well equipped as Walmart… but hoping they might carry a washer to stop the drain leak and be able to turn on the water that evening… please God!! Gloriously, Meijer had a little package called “Plumbing washers” that had a dozen different sizes (including the one I needed) for $3. Fabulous. And the self scan registers work at Meijer. Leaving there at 11 pm and feeling like a million bucks (and you already know I looked and smelled like a million bucks) I trekked home with my precious plumbing parts.
The next morning at church a couple of my girlfriends told me how impressed they were. “Plumbing isn’t my thing” one of them told me. Clearly plumbing isn’t my “thing” either, but no one else was going to do it, so I had to. Meh. And someday I dearly hope plumbing doesn’t need to be my thing any longer. But for now, I’m done. The faucets look and work great and I hope to do no more plumbing, at least for the next couple weeks (fingers crossed). Oh and I dug the old corroded washer out of that drain ring after Mass, replaced it, and finally stopped that annoying leak. Done. Whew.
This getting the house ready to sell process is kicking my butt. So. Much. To. Do. but it is good to be moving forward. I’m going to be soooooo relieved in a couple weeks when the insanity of the prep is done and it is just on the market.