Major score today on a barstool just the right height for my work bench desk. Dumpster diving and the Good Will proved fruitless. The Pool Table and Bar Stool Store bore me a peach of a deal.
I’m still a bit embarrassed when I explain to folks that I am living in my parents’ basement. At the PTBSS, I went on to describe my early American garage sale/auto parts store decorating motif and asked if they had a reject or piece of crap bar stool they’d sell me. They did!
$25 and a compliment on my “hot boots” later, I had a very nice bar stool with a cracked pedestal leg. Three screws with the cordless drill and viola! I had been sitting on stacked Tupperware trunks that caused my left butt cheek to go numb. I am very happy with my new bar stool.
There is something dead and decaying in mom’s garbage disposal. For days now I thought I smelled something disgusting when I walked into the house but couldn’t place it. I did yesterday and doused the contraption with bleach and baking soda and called it remedied. Nope.
Now what? What would Martha Stewart do? Grind the peels of a lemon? I think I’ve heard to grind ice but that doesn’t seem to make sense.
When I redid the kitchen in my Roswell house, I had two garbage disposals installed. The installer explained to me how garbage disposals are useless for their intended purpose and always will cause the drain to clog if used as intended. Made me recall a couple of frantic plumber calls. Hmmm. I never did use my two disposals.
Now that I think about it, mom was there both times and is well aware of disposal peril. Uh oh. Dad. He cleaned a few fish before they left for Florida. I know this because I took the trash out to the dumpster.
- I joined a gym today. Going for first time tomorrow.
- No H parts for my garment racks yet.
- Networking lunch and house call to Lucky Bucket Brewery to say hi to new friend Zac.
- Dundee Dell tonight for dinner.
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