I don’t roll on Shabbas

We were rudely awoken at 12:30 Friday night/Saturday morning by the sound of gunshots. That’s always awesome to hear. It sounded like someone had a gun in a car and was firing as they went along. No idea if they were firing up in the air or at people/things. I called 911. I know there is a slim to none chance that this person or people would be caught, but at least it lets the police know that stuff like this is going on in this neighborhood. I had so much adrenaline in my system that it took me about an hour and a half to get back to sleep.

Saturday I didn’t get much accomplished save grocery shopping and having the Prius’ tire pressure adjusted (I suppose that’s better than nothing).

Today, we took a trip to the hardware store, discovered that replacement bathtub drain levers are inexpensive but cheaply made and available only in shiny chrome finish (thanks but no thanks), and found some heavy duty storage bins and new doorstoppers.

This afternoon, I replaced the electrical outlet by my bed with an adapter that gives me six outlets (no more extension cord tangle by the bed). I also began — and am about to go finish — the process of reducing the tangle of cables in our and Jamie’s bedroom closets by running the existing CAT6 cable from the attic into an ethernet outlet. Sounds fancy, doesn’t it? I think Doc could do this stuff in his sleep but I wanted to attempt to tackle a home improvement project myself, and this one seemed fairly straightforward.

I’m not even going to describe the myriad of problems I ran into. Suffice it to say, I am now quite familiar with our house’s internal structure, and also am completely comfortable traipsing around in our unfinished attic (unfounded fear, conquered!). Who knew that ceiling studs are only 18″ apart and easy to walk on? Anyway, I now need to install the box and faceplate on the wall and then patch up the… um… numerous holes I made in the ceiling and wall. Spackle FTW!

Doc taught Jamie to say a new phrase, so now his response when we say, “Jamie, we have a league game next Saturday!” is “Dude. I don’t roll on Shabbas.”

 

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