In which…
…I couldda been standing on Round Island between two nests looking down the river toward Sault Ste. Siberia. Another year I wouldda been doing that. This year, not so much. I was home here at The Landfill being just about as boring as a person could possibly be. Except for…
I fixed my garbage disposal. I *fixed* my garbage disposal. *I* fixed my garbage disposal. I usually need “a man” for that task. I am not particularly mechanically inclined. Wouldn’t you know, just after “the man” left for the Great White North the other day, my garbage disposal decided to stop working. I lived with that situation for a couple days. Today the water in the sink actually wasn’t draining at all. I used a plunger to deal with that. I do know how to use a plunger! But then I thought, what the heck, how hard can this be? I turned to the internet for help.
So first, I dredged every little scrap of crap out of the garbage disposal. I do not normally put much of anything besides water down there. I compost all vegetable matter and other stuff goes in the garbage. Somehow, a few teensy weensy little plastic thingies, etc., had managed to get down in there. Merely removing those didn’t work, so I located the little wrenchy-type tool, turned on my iPhone flashlight, got down underneath the sink, and used the little wrenchy-type tool to un-stick the blades. With much trepidation, I turned on the faucet and then flipped the switch for the garbage disposal. Would it work? Voila! I’m not sure I need a man any more. (Just kidding.)
I may not have been on Round Island today but I did get to have dinner down at the Grizzly Peak Brewpub tonight with both of my loverly beach urchins. I didn’t even have to drive. After all those years of schlepping the whole neighborhood back and forth to rehearsals or whatever in the old Island Teal POC.