One of my brothers joked about people stockpiling toilet paper because of coronavirus. It’s absurd because TP is produced in the US and Canada, not overseas. It’s even less understandable than buying up all the dust masks in the land.
I laughed, then I thought about it: how much toilet paper do I have? Chain pharmacies offer me limited-time discounts and use-as-cash coupons. Whenever they do, I buy staples like laundry soap, bleach, toothpaste….
Also, when the regional Kmart went out of business this fall and I had to use my “points,” I bought a package…. or was it two?
Well, I checked. I have three unopened 12-roll packs in the linen closet!
Because of the Coronavirus epidemic in China, masks are selling out everywhere. I heard that news and supposed that surgical masks were in demand.
This weekend BabyBro visited for his Christmas present: a ticket to a musical in nearby theatre. Before he arrived, he asked if I happened to have any dust-filtering masks he could have. He needs them for spring gardening due to high pollen.
“Sure! How many do you need?”
“Two. I can’t find them anywhere.” Continue reading
I tend to dislike social media because of their time-wasting, click-baiting aspects. However, they make it a lot easier to share information among widespread family (eight countries!). And sometimes they bring back good memories, like that of January 2014.
I recorded it thus:
I wish there was enough room to tell the Epic Story of My Dad. Here’s the highlight version. Last night I decided to finish grading papers and re-doing lesson plans, but my backpack was missing! Could I have left it at M&D’s? I called Dad; he arranged a drop-off point. Despite weather, Operation Students-Need-Exams was ON. A blizzard descended, my route was blocked, a new drop-off was arranged closer to where I was stuck in traffic (over an hour), a tanker exploded, a bladder nearly exploded, there was a pregnant woman… a rendevous… and coffee… and when I tried to thank him, all he said was “That’s what Dads are for.” Cut. Roll credits. (Dad was played by shaved-head Chuck Norris AND Jason Statham, sometimes simultaneously because Awesome.)
And yes, there really was an explosion following the rollover of a tanker carrying dangerous chemicals!
As long-time readers may recall, La Casa de Tontería (aka The House of Nonsense) suffers from the evil machinations of a builder known only as Jerkface MacGuyver. He’s the mastermind behind an unlicensed electrical line to the shed of doom, collapsible shelves, and other adventures in homeownership.
The toilet in the powder room wasn’t holding its
alcohol water, so I bought a new toilet flapper valve for the powder room. Unfortunately, the overflow tube looked nothing like a normal tube. In fact, it had a long pointy plastic “tower” rising through the center. (For a normal view, see here and click on the image to the right.)
I returned the flapper and bought a complete replacement kit.
Baby Bro was planning a visit and our father (aka The Old Man) insisted I get his help moving the tank. He quickly took over the project when it became clear that MacGuyver had struck again. How? The tank had an extra hole plugged with caulk which Baby Bro easily removed.
Baby Bro took photos and sent them to The Old Man. The consultation was lengthy only because they were amazed by MacGuyver’s handiwork. (And not in an admiring way.) Honestly, is there any other licensed builder who consistently finds factory rejects and second-hand parts and says, “Oh, this will do nicely”?!?
Even the handle needed replacing because the flush lever had no holes for the pull-chain.
Happily I can reveal that the toilet flushes and fills properly. Now I am one step closer to a functioning home.
Overheard while visiting relatives:
Him: “I don’t know what it is – I just don’t have the energy and pep I used to have.”
Her: “Maybe it’s because you’re 81.”
Him: “Right. I’ve never been 81 before.”
Her: “No, you have. You’ve never been 81 for so long.”