Some days are Errand Days, some are Housework Days and some are Stay-Home-And-Do-Nothing Days. Today, however, was a Honey-Do Day...as in Honey, do this task or Honey, do that one. I'm willing to assume part of the blame but my better half started it himself. Well...sort of anyway.
I'd mentioned to him yesterday that we had a very small leak in one of the toilets. So small, in fact, that it took me several days to figure out where it was coming from, and since it was the same place as one we'd had in another toilet a few months ago, I knew he'd know just how to fix it. I'd placed a pan under it to contain the mess and brought it to Wayne's attention, telling him he could fix it whenever he was ready. He was ready this morning...and he made short work of that repair.
Then he said we'd just as well tackle the filing cabinet in his office. The bottom drawer has been contrary for years, refusing to close completely so we'd tried not to have to open it. But that's where the previous years' tax returns are stored, and since Wayne was working on taxes this week (another Honey-Do, I suppose), he'd had to open it. Used to you could get it to close with lots of pressure in the right spot...and holding your nose just right too...but the last time we had to take the back off of it before it would cooperate.
So we were standing in front of the filing cabinet looking at the semi-open drawer when I asked why we keep fighting this. Why don't we just go get a new one that will work? So we did. If only it were so easy. It required a stop at Target, one at Walmart, one at Office Depot and even a brief foray into Home Depot. (They don't have filing cabinets, in case you're wondering.) And then back to Target to purchase one. That's not the end of it, however. The freshly-purchased cabinet was damaged when we got it home so back we went to Target for our refund and then back to Office Depot again to purchase File Cabinet #2. Good thing the toilet job was easy because this one was way more complicated than it should have been.
From there Wayne's job was to dismantle the old cabinet which started out in the house since it was too heavy to carry very far. The drawer wouldn't close but it wouldn't come out of the cabinet either.
Once he got one of the drawers out, we moved to the driveway where disassembly proceeded at a faster and less careful pace. The cabinet served us well over the years but it's history now.
And you know what job I got: sorting through the folders, pitching the outdated stuff and organizing it all in the new cabinet. I think I threw out a good three inches or more of papers, etc...how does it all accumulate like that? Even with that, I said to Wayne at one point when our kid have to go through this after we're gone, you know they're going to wonder why did we kept some of this stuff. It's a right of passage, I suppose; we did the same thing with our parents.
So it was a productive day...not what I expected when I got up this morning but still good to have it done. It's not the end of the Honey-Do's around here; if you own a home, there's always a Honey-Do needing to be done but it's two less than when we got up this morning. I'll spring the hall closet clean-up on him another day.