I survived Home Depot this morning. As usual, I got asked if I needed help.
As usual, I lied and said I didn’t. Because I didn’t want to intrude on anyone’s day, and also because I was determined to do it myself, and and and.
So I got home and discovered the two blank plate covers don’t fit. It’s not worth the gas to return them, but I wish I was better at figuring out what I needed. I measured the boxes before I left–2.25in by 3.5in, all right, that should be easy to find–only to find out when I got there that…well, no, they weren’t easy to find, and I ended up bringing home 2.25inX4in. *weeps a little* For all I know the ones I need aren’t a standard size anymore, which I don’t rule out because of the sheer amount of DIY WTFery present in This Auld House.
On the bright side, I got a refrigerator filter that fits just fine, plus some drywall patches. I now have to decide whether I will go on a Quest to get blank covers for the two boxes I need to close up.
What? Oh, no, I’m not doing my own electrical work. (That’s a dumb way to die.) I took out two hardwired smoke detectors, replacing them with Nests. (Now Google will be able to peer inside my house even MOAR.) Instead of dealing with the wires inside, I thought, well, close up the boxes with blank covers, then patch and Spackle and repaint when you get around to it, Lili.
I should have known it would never be this easy. At least there are no damn squirrels wreaking havoc in there.
Coming home, I turned onto a side street and hit the brakes. There was a squirrel prancing in the middle of the roadway, and I would have hit it if not for the blessings of quick reflexes and new brake pads. It pirouetted, then dashed for the other side of the street. Hyperventilating and clutching the steering wheel, I shook all the way home. It reminded me of the car accident in December ’06, I think it was, trying to avoid a deer, and the hefty, graying State Patrol officer whose calm assurance made me stop struggling with the EMTs who wanted me to keep lying down on the backboard.
“Honey,” he said, patting my hand kindly, “next time, hit the damn deer.”
He’d probably shake his head if he knew that my instincts just don’t run that way. *sigh*
Anyway, it’s time to go change a couple doorknobs while I think about Emma Bannon’s introduction to yet another ruling spirit. See you ’round.