Simple Saturday

Saturday morning seemed the perfect opportunity to tackle a quick and simple project. About a year ago we had a slow leak under the kitchen sink and Buzzard had to remove some wood that rotted. We've been meaning to replace it, but it never ranked high on the priority list. My poor dish soaps have been sitting on bare concrete. I'm not sure why that bothered me so much. It isn't like guests ever look under the kitchen sink. It was just so depressing to reach into a dark cement hole to get out a new trash bag. It was so.....ugly.

Never fear, said the Buzzard. A simple project, said the Buzzard. Done "in a flash", crowed the cocky little Buzzard. I believed him. So, this was my view from early Saturday morning.

By late afternoon I had one new board installed under the sink. There were lots of trips to the garage for sawing, and plenty of measuring going on, not to mention a spectacular tool display all over my counter tops. It was the installation part, though, that seemed....rather....sloth-like. I reminded him that this was merely a stage for storing Palmolive and Glad bags, and that exceptional carpentry wasn't essential.

I set to work browning and freezing a grocery cart's worth of meat that I picked up on clearance at the market. Because what every do-it-yourselfer needs is a wife embarking on a substantial project in the middle of his workspace. Happy to oblige, I was.

It believe it was while grinding meat drippings down the disposal that I first noticed a pesky little puddle on Buzzard's newly installed board. So, upon his return from the garage I announced we had a leak.

What kind of a leak, he wanted to know.

Hmmm. I had to think on that one. The kind that dripped, was wet, and just appeared on his exquisitely handcrafted plywood platform I guessed.

Not a problem, he assured. New garbage disposals are a simple project, reasoned the Buzzard. Could be done "in a flash" was the promise I heard. Oh, I had every confidence. So, this was my view from late Saturday afternoon....

Happily, this was my view from late Saturday night...

My little soaps are so very pleased, and their new storage space is so sturdy they could tap dance if they wanted to. See the new Badger In-Sink-Erator hanging there? Purrs like a kitten, she does. My Buzzard even got me new shelf paper with little blue flowers on it because he knew it would thrill me. And it did. In a flash.