On Faucets, Soft Foods, and Holes in My Mouth

We had a pretty quiet weekend, filled with applesauce, lots of episodes of "Friends," and a few vicadin. I had to get two of my wisdom teeth out on Friday, so we laid low for the rest of the weekend. Shaanti, Adam, and Cole drove up to Pennsylvania for a family wedding on Friday morning, leaving me with nothing to do but eat ice cream and oatmeal until tomorrow, when they come back to spend the rest of the week with us.

Jason, who is a darn good nurse and jello-maker, spent the rest of the weekend (when he wasn't pushing pain pills or antibiotics or preparing cold compresses) finishing installing the faucet in the guest bathroom. Our house is over fifty years old, so any plumbing project comes with a vast array of unexpected problems. For example, it turns out the 1951 era shut-off valves on the sink don't work. At all. And they literally "don't make them like they used to," so replacing them was a three-day project.

After multiple trips to Home Depot and a specialty plumbing store, innumerable calls and phone-pics to his dad, lots of unexplained pipe sawing, and the purchase of some sort of torch (!), however, he succeeded! Not only do we have a beautiful faucet in our spare bathroom, but we have functional shut-off valves as well. Two thumbs way up!