So, yesterday was the end of my weekend. I was busy.
I had a plumber come and do several fixes. Unbelievably pricey. I don't mind paying for quality work, and let's be honest here, prices are much higher then they were fifteen years ago. While we think we can estimate accurately, we can't. $100 doesn't go as far as it used to go. How do I know this? We have customers who go through the registers and pay with $100 bills. Thirteen years ago, when I began working for the massively large, orange home improvement retailer, you never saw that. Now it happens almost daily.
As for the plumber, he did fine work. He installed a new shower diverter, the old one leaked badly. The shower's upstairs and there's about a 10 degree difference from the ground floor. He was wearing a thick, green sweatshirt. When he told him he didn't need to wear it, he said he had tats and some people didn't like to see them. That made me laugh. "I work at Home Depot," I said, "do you have any idea what I see on a daily basis?" The dogs loved him. They thought I'd given them the best toy ever, and were sorely disappointed when he left.
Besides getting in a bike ride, I also got a number of loads of laundry done. Hay, I even mowed the tall, tall grass I like to call a lawn.
And, of course, everything is blooming. The flowers on this bush are very pretty, but have no perfume.