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Getting Things Done!

Today being one of my first days off from school (the semester actually ends on Friday with my last final, but it begins to feel like vacation already), I had a mental list of nagging things to attend to. How happy I would be to put mental check marks next to each item on my mental check list!

Here were four tasks I set for myself today: replacing the lining in my winter coat, buying a new hair-catching drain thingy for our upstairs sink, reupholstering a disreputable living room chair, and getting rid of a large pipe in our backyard.

First, I took my big black wool coat to a shop that advertises alterations, because its shredded lining drove me crazy all winter. The nice lady at the counter took one look and said in a vaguely East-European accent, “At least $150. Better just buy new coat.” The cost seemed high, way higher than I expected to pay for lining. So I stopped by a dry cleaner where a young Asian woman told me the same amount. At home later on, I received a return call from another shop where a possibly Russian woman told me labor would be $100; fabric would be additional. “Probably about one hundred fifty,” she said, if I understood her correctly. I returned the coat to the closet.

Then I visited my local hardware store to buy a little cup for the drain in our upstairs sink. The drain was replaced the other day by our new handyman, who told me, “The little catcher you have is a little too big. You need one size smaller.”

The guy at the hardware store looked at me as though I was speaking gibberish, or Martian. Which always happens to me in hardware stores. “Your new drain should have come with something like this,” he said. “It doesn’t have something like this?” I explained that our handyperson had instructed me to come to the hardware store to get a new thingy. But it turns out no one makes a smaller size. The one-inch size we had was the smallest size available on earth. Our new handyman apparently installed some weirdly non-standard drain which will no doubt clog again because no hair-catcher fits it.

Undaunted, determined to cross at least one item off my list, I entered the upholstery shop on the same strip as the hardware store. I had come prepared with a photo of our chair, highlighting its shredded arm. I waited while the proprietor helped another client. At last he turned to me and gazed at my photo. “Ah, another wing chair!” he said in a vaguely East European accent. “Look at the books I have!” He gestured to the shelves of upholstery sample books he had all around the room. Hundreds of them.

“Uh,” I said, intimidated by the number of books and pages. “I want a similar fabric. Can you help me find something?” He looked at my picture again, skeptically.

“You want novelty?” he said. I told him I didn’t think of the old-fashioned book-themed print as “novelty” exactly.

“Look on computer,” he said. “Find what you want. Then bring back to me.”

“I was actually hoping for some idea of cost? An estimate?” I asked.

He raised both arms in the air and shouted, “Everyone asks this! How can I say with no fabric? Say $5000! How is that?”

I smiled sheepishly and skulked out of the shop, realizing only gradually that he didn’t actually mean $5000. Still, I have no idea how much reupholstering the chair would cost.

One item remained on my list. For years (years), we’ve had a long metal pipe lying tucked up against our backyard fence. I have no idea how it got there. One time, we left it out for the garbage men, but they didn’t take it. Too long, too heavy, too big. So today, after procrastinating for years, I called the city and asked to arrange for a pickup. I will get this one thing done today, I thought to myself.

“How long is it?” the guy on the phone asked, in regular Ohio English. I had thought of this! I had measured it before I called! About 20 feet, I told him.

He conferred with his boss for a minute.

“You’ll have to cut it up,” he said. “Four-foot lengths, or they won’t pick it up.”

“Cut it?” I asked. “With what? How would you cut it?”

“A pipe cutter,” he said, which made sense. “You don’t have a pipe cutter?”

No, I said. I don’t have a pipe cutter. Neither in the sense of a tool, or in the sense of a person who cuts pipes. My husband doesn’t cut pipes. Neither do I. No pipe cutter.

Two footnotes I would like to add. The foreign accents I mentioned, mostly East European, have no relevance to the story. No xenophobia here. Except for the upholstery guy, who was a little volatile, they were perfectly polite. The accent is just a realistic detail.

And, yes, these are First-World problems, and I have nothing significant to complain about.

I realize that.

 

13 Comments

  1. Jewel Moulthrop wrote:

    What! No pipe cutter?

    Wednesday, May 6, 2015 at 6:57 pm | Permalink
  2. Mary Mudler wrote:

    I applaud your list making and understand your frustration but I do have a word of advice. But a new black winter coat (on sale.)

    Wednesday, May 6, 2015 at 7:20 pm | Permalink
  3. Harriet Friedman wrote:

    We have a lady who comes by every trash day and takes any metal object I put on the tree lawn. Bring your pipe here (unless it’s plastic). Re-upholstery is expensive!

    Wednesday, May 6, 2015 at 8:49 pm | Permalink
  4. Kathy wrote:

    It’s 20 feet long, Harriet! Even if your lady would pick it up, we can’t transport it!

    Wednesday, May 6, 2015 at 9:48 pm | Permalink
  5. Kathy wrote:

    Or 2 or 3.

    Wednesday, May 6, 2015 at 9:48 pm | Permalink
  6. Kathy wrote:

    Will maybe call our new drain-installing handyman. Perhaps he will redeem himself.

    Wednesday, May 6, 2015 at 9:49 pm | Permalink
  7. Bill Hatfield wrote:

    No pipe cutter? (I am typing with an Eastern European accent) Your handy man will have a pipe cutter or, surely, a reciprocating saw. Four cuts, one $4 blade, and twenty minutes labor while he provides a new thingy.

    Thursday, May 7, 2015 at 7:23 am | Permalink
  8. Just because these are not the worst tragedies imaginable doesn’t make them any less frustrating!! (Just like breaking your hip is nowhere near the worst medical scenario, but still not welcome.)

    Thursday, May 7, 2015 at 2:43 pm | Permalink
  9. Kathy wrote:

    Yeah, I was thinking of that handyman. That’s why we have a handyman!

    Thursday, May 7, 2015 at 11:37 pm | Permalink
  10. Kathy wrote:

    Thank you, Joanne! You’re so empathetic! My little inconveniences are not even comparable to breaking your hip!!

    Thursday, May 7, 2015 at 11:38 pm | Permalink
  11. Sarah Becker wrote:

    Leave all four items on the sidewalk. Someone will pick them up eventually. Then go to Cancun. All problems solved!

    Saturday, May 9, 2015 at 9:31 am | Permalink
  12. Flora Johnson wrote:

    They claim this will cover any drain.

    http://www.amazon.com/CATCH-Disposable-Catcher-Strainer-SHIPPING/dp/B00IL04KQQ

    Sunday, May 10, 2015 at 1:49 pm | Permalink
  13. Kathy wrote:

    Yeah, I got one pretty much like that, Flora. I think they’re harder to clean than the other kind. Thanks for looking out for me!

    Sunday, May 10, 2015 at 2:01 pm | Permalink

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