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Feb 09, 2012 21:10

Yesterday, I cried under the sink because I didn't know how to fix the drain.

Today, I bought a drain kit. After about fifteen minutes, tears threatening, unsure of how to put it together, the instructions not being the least bit helpful, four necessary parts short, I got really, really high.

And then it made sense.
And snapped together like Lego.
And there are NO LEAKS.

It was still four parts short in the package, and if I hadn't had the old drain, and if those parts hadn't been usable, it would have been way more panic inducing.

But after two years of having a botched drain pipe, not properly installed, but "good enough", I now have a working, functional, properly installed drain in the kitchen sink.

And ya know?
It made me feel a hell of a lot more confident.

My boss is letting me borrow his pick up truck over the weekend, so I can go use the rest of those Lowe's cards, and some tax money, and get stuff for the apartment.

It's gonna be okay.
And I'll do what I can with this house, until I come to a point where I actually can't.

Yeah. Selling it would be rash.
And Andy pointed out that I would really end up regretting it, and he was right.
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