Okay, so it wasn’t taken with a smartphone, as described in the Thematic, but it was too similar to Carmy’s for me to resist sharing. I shot this in the office’s men’s room, where I was not expecting it. Yes, I hoped nobody would walk in while I snapped a pic. I used a pocketable camera, so that almost counts in the Thematic, right? (click to enlarge it)
Sometimes it’s the small things that make the biggest difference, especially for parents.
I was reminded of that on Sunday when replacing our kitchen faucet, and then again by Canadian technology columnist and broadcast personality Carmi Levy in a Monday blog post.
Estimated at 45 minutes, including removal of the old faucet, my job ballooned to three hours. I have done this before, and it was a fairly smooth and painless process. This time, however, the hot water shut-off valve was not quite stopping the flow, so I had to turn off the supply to our house.
Sometimes I start a project and don’t finish it before getting involved in another, but I really outdid myself on this one. In March 2010, I replaced our kitchen faucet and two bathroom faucets (including the drain plug, which makes it a much more formidable project considering my experience level). The biggest problem with this is that I replaced only one of the his and hers matching faucets, and the one I didn’t replace was my wife’s. Yeah, bad move, right?
More than a year later, I completed the project, but it’s a little too late to say I redeemed myself.
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As of May 2011
* – The iPod Touch was not part of the project, besides a way to listen to “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” podcasts.
(Those of you reading “Shootings” will need to wait a little longer for the next chapter.)
My six year-old son brings a roll of toilet paper to me and it’s damp. All the way through.
My mind immediately traces that toilet paper back to its origin — under the guest bath sink. Fortunate to be seated on the world’s most renowned thinking chair, I Sherlock Holmes the case for about five seconds and realize that there must be a leak.
All because I just had to Tim Allen it and change out the faucet and drain plug assembly all by myself.
I lay a lot of the blame at my wife’s feet, of course, because she’s the one who proudly presented three brand new faucets to me. I have installed two of them, and now our double vanity is mismatched quite badly. Her side features the stock, chrome-colored plastic fixtures, while mine boldly states its presence with sophisticated metal that purports to be not black but looks a lot like it to me and the wife.
But back to the leak.