I are brilliance.
Very busy lately. Home repair left and right. Fixing up things. Adding to them. Taking away from them. Generally betterifying them. Oh yeah, and dropping really hot things on my foot and burning it (I have pictures, but you have to ask for them. I'm not subjecting the general public to them).
Come to think of it, this house has been pretty hard on people in general. Both showers viciously attacked people this weekend. The light in the entryway has also claimed two victims. The porch door is hungry for knuckle.
But back to the brilliance part: Today I replaced the controls on the shower. It had the round aluminum ones with the lil divots to grab onto as you turn the handles. Hard to operate with my feet, and I had been considering my options, but I was getting the hang of it... until I burned my right foot. The left foot is not nearly so agile, and I was hurting for a comfortable shower with dry hair. I got up my gumption and some advice from competent friends, and I got a replacement kit with the kind of controls that have a long round handle on the knob - much more foot friendly. But did I have the skills to accomplish a feat such as this?
Yeeeeeeup. Looks like it.
Oh, I may have lacked a few tools and the necessary muscle to battle 20 years of accumulated lime buildup (thanks Mike!) but durned if I didn't read the instructions (yes, I did) and follow them and pretty much have things turn out as intended. I'll take a picture once I've decided for certain what position all the various knobs need to be in for maximum foot efficiency.
This comes on top of sunday's miraculous achievement: electrical work. On saturday, Jen and Jake installed some outlets in the garage for me, and I learned a few basic moves from them. One of these was the very trick I needed on sunday morning, when I clipped one of the wires to the AC unit while mowing. Durned if I didn't get that fixed, too (with some moral support from Mike; that will teach him to swing by my house for no particular reason). Not only was I flushed with the warm glow of satisfaction, but I saved myself a weekend call-out fee from the local AC repair company. Now THAT is a guesting gift!
Very busy lately. Home repair left and right. Fixing up things. Adding to them. Taking away from them. Generally betterifying them. Oh yeah, and dropping really hot things on my foot and burning it (I have pictures, but you have to ask for them. I'm not subjecting the general public to them).
Come to think of it, this house has been pretty hard on people in general. Both showers viciously attacked people this weekend. The light in the entryway has also claimed two victims. The porch door is hungry for knuckle.
But back to the brilliance part: Today I replaced the controls on the shower. It had the round aluminum ones with the lil divots to grab onto as you turn the handles. Hard to operate with my feet, and I had been considering my options, but I was getting the hang of it... until I burned my right foot. The left foot is not nearly so agile, and I was hurting for a comfortable shower with dry hair. I got up my gumption and some advice from competent friends, and I got a replacement kit with the kind of controls that have a long round handle on the knob - much more foot friendly. But did I have the skills to accomplish a feat such as this?
Yeeeeeeup. Looks like it.
Oh, I may have lacked a few tools and the necessary muscle to battle 20 years of accumulated lime buildup (thanks Mike!) but durned if I didn't read the instructions (yes, I did) and follow them and pretty much have things turn out as intended. I'll take a picture once I've decided for certain what position all the various knobs need to be in for maximum foot efficiency.
This comes on top of sunday's miraculous achievement: electrical work. On saturday, Jen and Jake installed some outlets in the garage for me, and I learned a few basic moves from them. One of these was the very trick I needed on sunday morning, when I clipped one of the wires to the AC unit while mowing. Durned if I didn't get that fixed, too (with some moral support from Mike; that will teach him to swing by my house for no particular reason). Not only was I flushed with the warm glow of satisfaction, but I saved myself a weekend call-out fee from the local AC repair company. Now THAT is a guesting gift!
