It is going on five. Inadvertently, it turned
into a bathrobe day. I didn’t clean up and
get dressed until a few minutes ago.
(I was hoping to getaway with a quick
haiku so I could watch my last Dark
Matter episode for this season.)
I spent a lot of time in a Linux terminal
learning new things. I spent a lot of time
today on stuff, not tasks, not projects,
not writing, just stuff. Stuff included
trying to help her by phone to try to fix
something on her end. To be continued.
From there, she is going to a church thing.
(Episode #26 will start right after this poem!
Well, I have to figure out dinner first.)
Other stuff included fixing “The sink is
clogged.” I thought to myself, how strange
that the clogged sink is the one with the
broken basin stop. The one I took out
but never replaced. I went into the guest
bathroom. The water drained. I looked in
the drain. A small white round object
stared up at me. Something was stuck
about four inches down in the drain. I got
my small flashlight. It looked like a round
white plastic object. What appeared to be
a bottle cap was lodged in the drain.
A very snug fit with the inside of the cap
facing up. With flashlight and long thin
needle-nose pliers in hand, I attempted
to pull it out. It was in there real tight. It
wouldn’t move. Time to go to Plan B.
Use dynamite, so I can get back to other
stuff. No dynamite. Go to Plan C. Knife in
one hand, pliers in the other; flashlight in
my mouth. I pried the side of the cap away
from the drain so I could get a better grip
on the cap with the pliers. I pulled some more.
more. I win. My trophy came out of the drain.
I thought, I better put the basin stop back in
the drain so nothing else gets stuck in the
drain. Well, I checked everywhere. It is gone.
Drat! Looks like an unscheduled plumbing
run and repair for tomorrow. Such is life.
She called. “What are you having for dinner?”
No clue. “Pizza?” That may work. I really
don’t feel like cooking and one sandwich
meal a day is plenty. Pizza and sci-fi are
looking real good. Oven is on; ten minute
warm-up time. Pizza about 14 minutes. I
wasn’t hungry before she called. Now I am.
I didn’t write my book today like I planned.
I filled the day with stuff instead. Stuff doesn’t
produce extra income. One of the big
mysteries in my life remains unresolved for
another day. Much remains unresolved. Like
how to end this post. Saved by the bell!
(Well, by the stove “oven ready” sound.)
Pizza and deep space, here I come! Done
with stuff for another day.