DIY disasters: fuzzy nipples?

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Easter with a lost voice can suck. Plenty of rest, sure. But I missed hanging out with the nieces and nephew.

So? Time to destroy the house!

I decided that I had had enough of the rusty water coming out of the upstairs bathroom tub tap. Google said it’d be easy to pop the spout, so I did. Horror ensued.

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Ick.

Apparently, that pipe is galvanised steel, rather than copper or brass. Problem? Steel rusts. Ergo, tons of ick. All in my water. Eeeeew!

BTW, that pipe sticking out, that you screw/stick the spout on? It’s a nipple. Of course. #themoreyouknow

So, after freaking out about how much it could cost, I decided to have a look at the pipes. I gently opened up the drywall behind the spout….

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So very gently.

Anyway, after that drywall bloodbath, I finally found the pipes noticed that the switch was attached by brass fittings! Yaaaaay brass!

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Brass is the bestest.

So, trying my luck, I went lower and peeked at the pipes leading to the spout. Aaaaaaand….

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Looks like it’s just screwed on!

Fingers crossed that it’s an easy, “unscrew the old, screw on the new”. And that it’s the same dealio downstairs as well….

Either way, I’ma get a professional in. Because better safe than sorry.

Garden Watch: More stuff! Bigger seedlings!

20 Apr

Happy Easter! Or, as my sisters would say, Xristos Anesti y’all!

Headed to the Farmers Market today, as I punked out of hitting the beach for an en fam Easter. (Good idea, as it turns out; I lost my voice yesterday and am running on scratchy today.)

But anyway, plants! I bought more stuff to flesh out the hanging baskets:

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A few more things to add to existing plant-ness:

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Just so you know, I bit the bullet & put three of the sunflower seedlings in a planter:

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And checked out all the others:

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Phew! Time for my other purchase, a slice of savory steak, onion & mushroom pie from Dangerously Delicious pies. (With an assist from the parsnips & red potatoes I also picked up at the market today.) Happy Easter/Passover/Sunday!

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Garden Watch: baseline.

14 Apr

Because it’s always cool to look back and see how far the garden has gotten out of control come.

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Sunday Shot: A per-fect day-yay.

13 Apr

Seriously. 80 degree high (and I now know that 80 is The Perfect Temperature.) Slight breeze to keep things nice.

Morning at the Farmers Market, before it got crazy crowded.

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All the things!

Me, scoring tons of plants for dirt cheap.

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Selfie! I may have overbought....

Finding a place for everything! And then more raking of last year’s leaves!

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Yaaaaay! And do they bus these leaves in from the County?

Visits from my lovely neighbors, and compliments on my “green thumb”. (Oh, my, no. But I love hearing it anyway.)

An afternoon of reading and kittens.

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Manny now gives zero fucks about outside. Ever since he tried for the fence-top and toppled into the neighbor's backyard.

Wrapped up with a glass & a long bout of Monster Brawl, or whatever I’m playing on my cellphone nowadays.

Which can be best summed up by returning drunkie, Betty Draper Fisher.
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AMC / Via yourpalfriendpatine.tumblr.com

Perfect day, indeed. *sighs happily*

SeedlingWatch: A wee bit bigger

8 Apr

Bit by bit….

Yes, the Depot & Lowe’s all have bigger, sturdier plants available now. But these guys are so cuuuuuuute.

Still, next year? Maybe only cukes & sunflowers from seeds. They’re the only ones that are nice and stocky.

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Sunday Shot: Manny makes a break for…inside.

6 Apr

Springtime can only mean one thing; time to rake up the leaves I didn’t bother with the fall before. I swear, it was for plant protection. Free mulch, as it were.

Yeah, sure.

So, leaving the sliding door wide open as I’m wont to do – c’mon in, bugs! Free room and board! – I go about moving containers and sweeping up.

Eventually, I look over to check on Tippi. And see Mr. Manny checking out the stairs. Outside. Mr. I Freak Out Over A Bug Fart. Outside.

I probably didn’t think the whole leaving the door open thing though.

So, playing it cool so Manny doesn’t find super strength in his own terror, I sit down and tell him he’s a good boy. He startles, but goes back to sniffing all the things.

I decide to get back to straightening, at least the stuff on my side of the backyard. He accepts my activity, and trots over to Tippi, who Is Not Happy her brother is in her official turf. But she gets over it, and shows him the pile of wood that used to be the deck (which is getting the boot, with some being used for a flower raised garden, later this week. Promise.)

I walked by Manny as he chewed the grass, and he was fine. Turning back, I noticed the pair trimming the flowers.

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With two cats in the yard....

Five minutes later, I headed back out to rake. Manny wasn’t keen on that, and decided to sun on the top step instead. When I finished with the pile, he was nowhere to be seen.

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Leaves, you got to go.

He decided that comfy chairs beat dirt any day of the week.

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No-brainer, human.

SeedlingWatch: A day in the life.

29 Mar

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It’s crazy. Just one day. Three pictures: morning on the left, noonish in the middle, and dinnertime on the right.

Bam.

Oh, and right now, because I’m obsessive?

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Bla-dam.

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