Somewhere, in the chaos I call home, I misplaced the bit I was using for the building of the cabinet. I crawled on the floor on my hands and knees, and used a flashlight to detect the thing from a side angle, but nothing. *sigh* I don’t need this today.
Since both Adult Children of other peeps requested water, I have to go get a case of same. It’s one thing for me to recycle the bottles when I’m the only one using them, but I want them to be able to break the seal on the bottles, not say, “Heyyy! This has been used! G-Ma, I want my own!”
When I get back, if its not too early, I’ll vacuum all the floors, just to make sure I get all the stuff. Of course, if I hear it suck up something metal, I’ll have to play Super-Sleuth and dismantle the vacuum to do a hand search for the bit. With gloves, of course.... On another day.
One thing I’ve learned is that the water here is extremely hard, and the suds in the dishwater die out before I can get all the dishes clean. I have a PuR filter on it, but it hasn’t been two months, and I think the filter cone needs to be replaced.
And I thought Vegas had hard water. *sheesh*
When I was a child in Southern California, we had a “water softener.” It used rock salt.