Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

May 15, 1992

Dear Everyone:

Friday  (Finally!  Some Fridays take longer to arrive than others.)

Question: what's Irish and stays outside all year? 

Answer: Paddy O’Furniture. 

Now that Spring is here and Summer could strike at any moment, “Jeannie” has been looking for a way to shade the sunny side of her townhouse.  What she would really like, of course, is a redwood trellis/arbor, complete with 15-year-old vines to keep the patio cool.  But she doesn't have the money (who does?) for it, at least, not this year. 

So, we were looking for something a little less expensive that would do the job for a few years at least.  And the most likely candidates seemed to be some sort of awning or umbrella.  An awning would have to be attached to the side of the house, something that stucco walls do not lend themselves to easily.  Plus, there's probably something in the rules about building add-ons to the outside of your condo, or, rather, about not building add-ons.  (There always are.) 

That pretty much left us with umbrellas.  Last week, while I was at the hardware store, looking for tiny light bulbs for my makeup mirror, I noticed that they had roped off part of the parking lot for a display of outdoor furniture, including umbrellas. 

However, I wasn't about to make a trip to the hardware store just to look at umbrellas when I could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.  I'd been meaning to replace the washers in the kitchen sink for months.  This, of course, required taking out about half my "tool chest", pliers, wrenches, screwdrivers (straight and phillips), the Complete-Fix-It-Yourself-Manual and a lot of paper towels. 

It also required dragging out everything that's stored under the kitchen sink, which is the main reason I hadn't done it yet.  Nevertheless, with garbage can, cleaning supplies, bug spray, etc., and repair manual, spread out over every available square inch of counter space, and with much yanking on wrench handles (why do they put these things in so tight?), I finally had faucet stem in hand and “Jeannie” and I went to the hardware store. 

While she looked at outdoor furniture, I got one of the "friendly hardware men" to locate the correct stem repair kit.  Total expenditure:  $1.40, including tax.  In the meantime, “Jeannie” had borrowed my pocket calculator to figure umbrella prices. 

Back at my place, I replaced both the washer and the O-ring (slippery little suckers!) On each of the faucet handles and had “Jeannie” keep a wary eye on the sink while I gingerly turned the water back on.  Turn the water back off and tightened a few things.  Then turned the water on again…success! 

You no longer have to turn the cold water three-quarters on to get even a dribble, and the pipes don't go bump-bump-bump anymore. 

That accomplished, we went across the street to Kmart to look at more outdoor furniture and umbrellas and to do a little shopping.  Then “Jeannie”, the career comparison shopper, went off to check out some more places that might offer shady things. 

The next thing I heard on the subject was a message on my phone machine from “Jeannie” who announced that, not only had she found an umbrella that fit her exacting specifications and budget constraints, but she had already hauled the thing home (in that tiny CRX!???) And put it together all by herself! 

On Sunday, I dropped by to see and, sure enough, a nine-foot-diameter umbrella had taken up residence on the patio.  It's a very nice one, with golden-oak pole and spokes and a forest green canvas cover that's guaranteed to block the maximum amount of sun.  What's more, since it doesn't carry a table around its middle, come winter, she can easily folded down and stored in the garage, thus ensuring that it will last for many seasons.  I was impressed. 

At work, things are busy without being too frantic.  I spent yesterday training people in “Livermore” on this, that and the other.  Training is remarkably tiring, considering that all you do all day is talk, and talk, and talk. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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