Mark your calendar, people! Hick did a handyman job around OUR HOUSE!
Let the record show that it took five minutes. And that it was his own idea, and nothing I had asked for. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
The job involved our washer. Hick pulled it away from the wall, and checked the cold water hose. Cold water entering the washer has slowed to a trickle over the years. Takes a long time to wash a load of clothes. I have nothing but time. It didn't really bother me. But Hick is a man of impatience.
You may recall that Hick does his own laundry, after expecting me to pick his dirty clothes off the floor of our bedroom in my $17,000 house during our first year of marriage. I told him I'd do the laundry that was in the hamper, but I was not picking it up off the floor. Rather than conform to my rules of washing, Hick declared that he would do his OWN laundry. Alrighty then. It was not exactly a punishment for me.
Anyhoo... I guess Hick doesn't like waiting too long while sitting in his recliner on a Sunday evening watching Yellowstone while his wash is sloshing around in the laundry room. So he announced that he would be fixing the washer's water connection.
Of course he also said he would be doing it while I was in town, because he didn't want to hear me complaining. About what, I'm not sure. However, he showed up two hours before I left for town, right after I'd put a load of towels in the dryer. He forged ahead and fixed the hose while I was sitting at the kitchen table with HIPPIE.
Now if I could only get Hick to decide that the basement stairs need a rail...
Mrs. C does not complain when I do some fix it stuff, she just hovers and reminds me what not to do wrong. Often she is right.ReplyDelete
Oh my gosh! That reminds me, Hick did ANOTHER bit of home work the same day! He got a screwdriver to fix the plate thingy on the door that allows it to latch. Apparently, it had worked itself loose, which is why the door wasn't closing without effort, or opening before I rammed my face into it. THEN Hick left his screwdriver on the counter, where I put the treats I have that day for the dogs as I leave for town.Delete
I have no idea how to "help" Hick fix a washer hose, so I would not hover and suggest. My gripe is when he moves my stuff and doesn't put it back, or takes up any open space that I've just cleared.
He left the screwdriver on the counter so you would know he did something useful. I am wise to this! My big gripe is that he will "borrow" MY tools and I never see them again unless I hunt them down.ReplyDelete
I was sitting right there when he did it! So he had an audience. As I left, I mentioned the screwdriver in my dog-treat space, and he came to get it and followed me to the garage, rushing me down the steps, to put it away. I can't get far from Hick!Delete
This reminds me, I might need to check my little toolbox in the laundry room. It might be empty by now!
What was wrong with the washer hose? If my water slowed to a trickle I'd check the taps first to see if someone had turned them to slow or off, I wouldn't even think about the hose. Maybe you should plaster the walls near the TV with pictures of stairs that have railings.ReplyDelete
15 years or more of mineral buildup from our well water. I can't remember exactly when we got that washer.Delete
We turn the water connection on and off for each laundry session, so that being turned off was not a question. Hick's old friend Buddy, of Hick and Buddy's Badly Blacktopped Hill, had a hose burst on his washer while he was at work, which flooded his new house. So we have always kept our washer water turned off unless in use. There are two levers right above the washer, with red and blue handles, thanks to the ingenuity of Hick.
Heh, heh! Even pictures of railed stairs would not sink in with Hick. He would just think I had strange taste in art. Unlike HIS taste, which has several oil paintings of snow and deer done by the bartender at his old hangout.