Day 69: I’ll have to learn to think like Ken

I haven’t even closed on the house yet and I’ve already managed to break things.

I met Mimi (that’s Grandma Ruth, the homeowner) to get the keys tonight and do a walkthrough of the house (to make sure Tim the Tenant had really left with all his things). Mimi’s friend Ken swung by, and thank goodness he did!

The water pressure was low in the master bath – and it was tinted orange. He found a screwdriver, dissembled the showerhead, tinkered around, and voila, the water pressure was fixed.

The light in the closet was rigged to turn on when opening the door, but it didn’t seem to ever turn off. I stood in the closet while he switched the breakers from the basement. Number eight controls the bedroom; now it won’t waste energy while the house is vacant. I never would have thought of that.

I’ve mentioned before that a house fire has been my biggest fear since I was a kid; maybe Ken’s been reading my blog. He pointed out that I’d want to change the locks in case of a fire. Otherwise I’ll be fumbling around for keys to get myself out both the front door and the garage door. You lock yourself in at night with a key instead of simply turning a deadbolt. That’s definitely a priority change before my first sleepover!

Speaking of keys, on our way out I locked the front door, and SNAP! The key broke in half! What on earth am I supposed to do now? Luckily, no one had pulled away. Handyman Ken to the rescue! Ingenious thinking (but so simple) got the door open again. He’s meeting me tomorrow to finish the job (it was way past Calin’s bedtime).

Yikes, what am I going to do without a Ken around? I’ll learn on my own, I guess. Who knows, a year from now I’ll have learned to be so resourceful, this blog name might just change to Miss Fix-It. Either that, or my hair will be gray.

Who knew it’d be so thrilling to see my car parked in the driveway?

My favorite room in the house. It’s on the main floor, just off the living room, leading to a screened in patio.