Yesterday was a couple of hours of two neighbors with me at the condo, with one step back. After much work, draining washer hoses, shutting off water, reattaching hoses, attempting and failing to remove old shutoff, danger of breaking the fitting solder, G tried just replacing the head, the turning bit.
And found the replacements are too big. This is the culprit part holding up the whole show.
The gray bits are where it broke. The tiny screw you see in that housing, that whole thing is way too small for any available replacement in home Depot or Lowe's. He tried several of them in the course of other jobs he was doing, for his daughter and himself. The one he brought wouldn't seat in the shutoff. Too big. Hi
No point in ordering a dryer when there is no functioning washer. So unless we can find this exact size, I will have to spend $$ on a plumber, and maybe have a bigger replacement job than we'd expected. Fortunately my tenant can do laundry at his mother's house.
The outlet is now replaced, only have to get a new face plate, easy job, I hope. Electric 1, plumbing 0. Team Gary, Jackie, Handsome Son, Boud 0.
So after an afternoon of anxiety in case anything dramatic happened with the water, this is an apartment with no rear access to any plumbing, because of other apartments backing onto it, we went home, all attempts tried and failed.
This is when I seriously regret owning a second property. But the work of cleaning and fixing for sale gives me pause. HS not your model housekeeper. Not unlike his late Dad in that, in fact. He simply doesn't notice.
So, home again yesterday, HS expected this afternoon to do, yes, laundry, I needed a bit of something to go with a pot of tea for today.
Thought I'd try a new recipe, Olive Oil cake.
It looked fine, appeared to be baked nicely, skewer came out clean.
And it so wasn't. I tried a slice. Very heavy. Tried toasting a slice for breakfast. Hm.
Then I put the whole thing back into a 350° oven this morning for 20 minutes. Marginal improvement. The olive oil quantity may have been a typo. The whole thing may have been an idea-o.
And it occurs to me that this twice baked cake, still not winning the roses, Kentucky Derby Day yesterday, is a metaphor for my life at the moment.
Doing my best here, not getting much in the way of results, anxiety galore.
This too shall pass. I hope it won't be replaced by some New Awful Thing, is all.
I definitely don't plan on making that cake again, anyway. That's one thing I can do.
