Down the rabbit hole, so to speak
Some projects are never finished. Thankfully, not all of them… I knocked a couple of the smaller ones of my to-do list today, and I’ll sleep better because of that.
The “bed in the wall” now actually is. The time required to shorten the two metal legs wasn’t any more than what I’d need to get out of jail; good training, as well. A fairly new hacksaw blade, a few drops of stubborn (OK, coffee) and I was willing to stand and deliver. One hour later, the bed went from hummingbird to crane, if you will. We laid the underfloor, attached the symbolic handles on the exterior, flipped the mattress into place and paused. Just long enough to realize that we now had that extra bed, should the need arise. A special thanks to son #3 for his support and journeyman status the whole way through the project. Even if he never takes on such a job, for the rest of his life.
I also had a set of taps to change out, in the kitchen. With a couple of large towels to hold back the flood waters, I turned off the mains, and unbolted the old set. So far, so good. The instructions were sparse; is that the new way of assuring high blood pressure among the home handyman crowd? No matter. There’s only so many ways one can screw up such a job.
And I found one. The instructions mentioned placing the hose for that nifty retractable faucet into the even niftier quick release. The diagram showed the way the “weight” that retracts things should be added into the loop. The instructions also pointed out that you should turn on the water for no more than fifteen seconds (without explaining why).
I did so. The loose hose shot up in the air, blasted me with some cold water and “disappeared down the rabbit hole”. Literally. The only way to recover was to undo all my installation, thread the hose back into the outside world and start again. Happily, the second time around went much faster (trained responses), and I now have a new faucet set in the kitchen.
