life's small victories

[winterbadger]

Well, I still haven't found the software for my colour printer (although I've found everything else that goes with it, including the packet of photo paper). And first I couldn't find the programs for the scanner, because of course I never installed that either when I got the new PC. FInally found the SW and installed it, but now the Sw can't find the scanner. The PC can, so I end up scanning the pages I needed to send to the lawyer as JPEGs instead of text. Only then, after scanning four of the six pages, I discoverd that all but the first had come out blank. Late, late, late. No time to fix. Have to make photocopies and drive them over at lunchtime.

Go to take my shower. For the n x 10th time, one of the cats pushes the bathroom dorr open while I'm, well, busy. Fed up, I look at the latch and start to pull the plate off the doorframe. With some repositioning, a little filing, this ought to be easy to fix. I match up the door against the hole in the doorframe. Then it hits me; this is going to be even easier than I thought. The MORON who put the door in (this house is full of "user improvements" and much of the downstairs apartment is an afterthought from several years after the house was built), the total FOOL who put the door in... put the latch assembly in the door the wrong way around. Pull four screws, remove the handles, pull out the latch assembly, turn it around, put it back, put the handles back on, rescrew. I now have a bathroom door that latches. I (and, more importantly, my guests and visitors) will no longer be interrupted in our private business by cats coming in to pass a few remarks, ask for more water, or chase a moth.

It's the little victories in life that are sometimes the sweetest.

Comments

[winterbadger]

Now to figure out what to do with the carpet just inside the inter-aparmental door, where Nicholas (MoMao) has pulled up the unsecured edge of the carpet and shredded it so the tackboard is exposed.

[redactrice.livejournal.com]

Congratulations! It's a wonderful feeling (and an increasing rare one in today's world) to make something work properly. Those little victories are what keep us from knocking ourselves senseless by beating our heads against walls.

Go Jan!

[faerlyn-darkelf.livejournal.com]

WTF is up with cats and bathrooms anyway?? If I close the door against my cat, I see little orange paws sweep under the door - "what are you DOING in there? I'm not there to SUPERVISE! You might FALL IN! LET ME IN!!!!!" sigh
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[meepeek.livejournal.com]

I believe that they think something interesting must be going on in there for you to close the door. I've noticed that my current batch also like to come be petted when I'm in there because I'm sitting down and cannot step upon them. Not that I ever have, but they're skitzy little beasts. (I bought the SO a doormat that reads "We swear, the cat was like that when we got it." Truer words and all that. Poor little beasts.)

[winterbadger]

And with my cats, it's even more *sigh* inducing, because Mr Elderly Cat wants to com in so he can demand that his personal water bowl (which of course the young squirts poach from) be refilled instantly with warm water. This got started when he was too elderly and arthritic to get into the bathtub and lick up the water dribbling out of the shower as it finished running, and everyone felt sorry for him, so he got his own special bowl, in the bathroom (apart from the cat fountain, which everyone is free to use.) But, see, then we got him on a healthier food regimen and some various food supplements that make him just as spry as the young guns. But the bowl concept remains....