First, thank you to J and crew for watching my two kids today. In a day that started with a film project, I’ve been kinda busy. While eating lunch, a pipe under the sink burst. It is now fixed (as far as I can tell…whenever I make repairs I hold my breath until I forget about it).

I propose a hypothesis: the number of trips to Home Depot will be directly proportional to the importance of the repair. After the third visit to Home Depot within a two hour span, I realized that it was a good thing to get the sink fixed.

Water is flowing freely, flowing like…water, I guess.

A neighborly gent commented, “Ah. The joys of home ownership.” I muttered under my breath a less than joyous response. Tonight, though, we sat down to watch Kit Kittredge (keep in mind the demographics of my house) and people were losing their homes to foreclosure.

In a time where people are struggling and some losing their houses, I’m thankful for what I’ve been given.

Now to shower and get the iron shavings out of my hair and eyes.

Addition: This is the first time where I’ve been helped by a sales assistant at Home Depot. I was helped three separate times, representing the three trips. I think it’s my Amish beard. I’m no longer a suspected thief but now a reputable barn raiser.