Nom de Plume

Woke up on Saturday prepared to surf (and miss Harry Potter), but Steve said he wanted to work on the house instead. That was fine by me. So he ripped out the bathroom sink. No half-measures in our little family, oh no.

I wasn’t wild about any of the sinks at Home Depot and persuaded Steve that we really needed to go to Restore, an architectural salvage place up in Ballard. Both of us gravitated towards this really cool (and really cheap because of a crack) sink with old-fashioned handles and a spout that was part of the porcelain.

Went back to Home Depot to get the right hardware. Boy, was that a pain. We were there for two hours. Got home and tried to put it together. That was even more of a pain. Steve ended up jerry-rigging the old plumbing to work with the new. Even so, the whole damn thing leaked.

To make a long story short, it’s a Crane pedestal sink. Very cool, but very expensive to fix. The two parts we need are $85 each. Steve found detailed information here (which he bookmarked on my computer under “Crane sinks my girlfriend makes me buy.”)

He also found this, which is what the sink looks like.
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Midway through his jerryrigging, Harry Potter arrived. Naturally, I abandoned any pretense of helping him. Not that it matters, because we don’t have a sink in the bathroom, and won’t until we decide what to do. Abandon this one and get a new one? Order the parts? Steve’s asking a plumber on his job site today.

So how was the book, anyway?

Well, the jury’s still out. This is the problem with anticipating a book so much. It’s bound to disappoint. That’s not to say it wasn’t good. It was. Still, I think the fourth one was the best. Nonetheless, it made for a perfect Saturday night.