Remember Joe the Plumber? Joe wasn’t actually a plumber, but he knew which way the political wastewaters were flowing, being an early Trump for President supporter in 2008.
Today I took a turn at playing plumber. In true plumbing fashion, with my pants riding em-bare-ass-ing-ly low in back, I installed a new kitchen faucet.
A couple of years ago I started getting water in the basement during heavy rain. The problem has been getting worse, and during yesterday’s storm I rigged up something temporarily that seemed to help.
The house was built fifty years ago, and as best as I can determine there was supposed to be a basement walk-out entrance, but it was never completed. So that will be my next construction project, assuming I can find the right contractor. Someone who can also successfully tackle the water drainage problem.
When I was born in Evanston Hospital, it was a whites-only facility.
Even a simple job, like replacing one side of a door casing, requires a lot of tools.
Day #3. A new walkway will lead down to a patio.
The materials are the same as were used for the front walkway that was built last year.
See that area next to the steps? That’s where I’ll set up the portable screen for the hoped-for movie nights.
The portable projector’s contrast ratio isn’t the best, so dark scenes can appear a bit washed out, but cartoons look okay even in bright daylight.
Day #1.
