The day got off to a slow start. At about 2 o’clock, I was eating my cheddar cheese and bacon on toast sandwich (with the cheese melted in the microwave — NUM!)and had two bites left when the phone rang. It was the garage door guy. He was on his way. I scampered up the hall toward the garage, grabbed my car keys, popped the last bite of sandwich in my mouth and backed the car out. Leaves and grass had blown into the garage and I was industriously sweeping them back out when the garage door guy drove up. (If my mom had seen me sweeping out my garage, she would have laughed and laughed . . . but I don’t wear shoes in the house, and I can’t see having to go put shoes on just to nip out into the garage for tools or something I’m storing out there. I swept it out because I was starting to track leaf bits back into the house on my socks.) Anyway, I used my new push broom and it works great.
I had said I wanted a garage door opener with a remote that would make the door go up if it was down or go down if it was up, a switch by the door that would do the same thing, and one that also had a light that would come on when the door was raised or lowered, and then turn off by itself after a set length of time. That’s exactly what I got, your basic, no frills garage door opener. I are so happy.
While the guy was installing the door, I folded laundry and put it away. Then I thought, what the heck. I’ll fix that durn reader’s table. I cleared it off, took off the little plastic shelf liner cover I had cut to fit on top, took the plug strip off the underside (where I plug in my internet radio, task light, and Kindle — when I actually use it for reading), and got it out into an area of the living room floor where I could get at it. I was cutting the clear packing tape I had wrapped around it in yet another fruitless attempt to get it to remain at the height I set it at (which left sticky goo behind when I took it off), when the garage opener guy knocked on the door to say he was done with the installation.
After I put my car back in the garage and used the remote to close the door (!), I got in the storeroom and got my cordless drill, and fetched my little container of drill bits (yes, I am a Toolbelt Diva), and the boxes where I have a variety of screws and found some long enough to do the job. (Deck screws, which I had threatened to use on it, would have been too long and too big.) I found the correct height and measured it to double check once I got it back down on the floor. I predrilled holes and screwed 8 screws into that sucker. It better not move now! (Of course, sawdust stuck to all the sticky goo left from the packing tape and I can’t get it off.)
Once I got the screws in, I put it all back together. Put the plug strip back on the bottom, plugged things back in, put the cords in a cord “hose” (ribbed tubing with a slit down the side that you put multiple wires or 
cords inside to protect them — in my case from a cat who likes to chew on electrical cords!) and got everything back together.
I was on a roll, now, so next I tackled the fire place. I pulled the shrink wrap off the piece of glass and put the insulation strips on it and put it behind the fireplace screen. The insulation strips are between the glass and the brick and make a seal to keep the air from leaking. The piece of glass is too tall and sticks out about half an inch above the top of the fire place screen, but it’s clear glass, and you can’t really see it. 
I was careful to wear my rubber gloves while I was handling the glass by the edges carrying it over and putting it in place. This is a very good life hack to remember — wear rubber dish washing gloves when you’re handling pieces of glass, like the glass in picture frames or window glass or whatever. Not only will it keep you from cutting yourself on the edges of the glass, but it will make the glass easier to hold onto, especially if you are using glass cleaner on it before you do what you’re going to do with it. I thought about tackling my computer desk next, but then I thought, no. I’m done for today. Maybe tomorrow. (The new desktop is now leaning up against the wall in my office, instead of up against the living room couch, though, so some progress. . .)
When I make my carafe of hot tea, here lately, I’ve been drinking it out of my blue and white teacups with lids. I keep not paying very close attention when I lift the lid to drink, and I keep holding the lids at an angle that causes the condensation that collects on the underside of the lid to pour right down my wrist and up my sleeve. I’ve done that five or six times now to the point my sleeve on that hand is now damp. I did it again just now, which is what made me think of it. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve reached the party to whom I am speaking.
Today while I was trying to write this post, I kept getting the “new improved” WordPress editor, which everybody thinks is so great, but which I loathe and despise. Usually, I can get the old editor to appear, but not today. I googled one thing and another, and finally found a workaround using the Columbus method. You pull up your blog in your browser, and then you add /wp-admin/ to the end of the URL and go to that URL.
Example: https://myblog.wordpress.com
becomes: https://myblog.wordpress.com/wp-admin/
That little added on bit will do an end run around the new dashboard and take you straight to the old dashboard, where you can then access the old editor. Once you get there, book mark that page and use that book mark every time you want to write a new post or whatever. It’s a pain in the butt, but not as big a pain in the butt as that stupid “new improved” editor.
Doing something by the Columbus method? Using an unnecessarily convoluted and round-about method to accomplish a simple task. Columbus wants to sail from Spain to the East Indies, but he can’t get there via the Mediterranean Sea because Saudi Arabia is in the way, and it takes too long to sail around Africa. Then he figures, since the earth is round, he can get to the East by sailing west across the Atlantic Ocean and come at it from the other side. Would have worked, too, if the Americas and the Pacific Ocean hadn’t been in the way. Of course, now that we’ve got the Panama Canal, you actually can use the Columbus method to sail from Spain to the East Indies. Only takes about five times as long as getting there by sailing around Africa . . .
I went behind the drapes to get some yarn out of my yarn stash and realized that the fat(cat)boy’s Littermaid had no lights on. I checked to see if it was plugged firmly into the socket, tried to turn it off and on, and then saw this >>>. The reason the Littermaid wasn’t working was because the little schmoe had chewed the Littermaid’s power cord practically in two.
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