Fri 6 Jul 2007
I had an eventful 30 minutes last night before bed.
At 1o:30 pm I was filled with sudden resolve to Get Things Done after two weeks of sitting on my keister. First on the list? clean out the sink drains, which tend to become a little fragrant this time of year. Let’s see, I thought to myself. What is the one thing you must always do before working on the sink? Shut off the water. I reached under the cupboard to turn the knob to the right. Wait a minute. The water doesn’t need to be off for the drains. Reached under again to turn it back on. An old washer or something broke because the water started pouring out around the knob. I tested it a few times: on, off. on, off. downpour, no downpour. SIGH.
I started upstairs to work on the other two drains. Something was moving on the wall by the stairs– a bark scorpion! Normally, in an unforgiveably lazy and girly way, I point such beasties out to Dr. G. and beg him to take care of it. But he is not here. I fetched a long-handled metal spatula and dispatched it with one blow. It fell onto the stairs. I poked it to make sure it was really “dearly departed” and carried it on the spatula to the garbage disposal. Problem solved, with minimal screaming.
Back up the stairs. Wait, I forgot the old toothbrush downstairs… hm, these are slippery flip-flops. Whoops! My feet went out from under me and my keister found itself suddenly back on duty. I slid the rest of the way down and came to a rest in the foyer. It was 10:50 pm. Now that’s an eventful 20 minutes. I used the last ten minutes to actually clean out the drains.