Mr. Fix-It

Val uploaded these pics, but now she's on the phone, so I'll put some words here. Arriving back to our house that has been empty for the last 10 months presented us with a few need-to-be-fixed items. She snapped pics of two, shown here.

I had purchased this new deadbolt soon after we moved into our house (Dec. 05). I bought a new doorknob at the same time and put that on immediately. But the deadbolt just sat around. I finally installed it this week. After removing the old one, I had to re-size the hole for this one to fit. I could've just bought a new door, but I guess this is cheaper. And it was fun. And you don't have to have a key to unlock it from the inside anymore.

Today I replaced one of our porch lights. I had installed new porch lights not that long ago. I think it was last summer, actually. But sometime over the course of this past year, the dusk-to-dawn sensor on the left porch light had blown up. Well, it looked kinda like it did. Maybe it melted. It looked like that, too. In any case, you can't buy a new sensor - you have to buy a whole new light. So I had to hack into my house's ancient wiring and hook up a new light. Two new fingers later, it works.

Here's what I was saying about the new fingers. My ever-so-sharp utility knife enjoyed meeting two of my fingers while slicing through the electrical tape around the old wiring. As I began slicing the fatal slice, the thought went through my mind: I'm gonna slice my finger right here. But I sliced anyways. Ouch. But oh well. They'll grow back.

I also fixed our toilet, but Val was sleeping the whole time so she didn't get any pics. It's a toilet. And you know what I look like. So, feel free to imagine the pic if you want to. And I know you're not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition, but I did it anywayzers.