I wrote a column in Saturday’s Muscatine Journal about my ineptitude at home repair.
But the power of positive thinking paid off. And we can use the back door again, which is a good thing because the poor old dog was very confused about having to use the front door. Fixed it myself — with one brief consult from my friend, Nick the Plumber. Thanks, Nick. But he made me do all the work.
I even managed to fix the toilet. I’ll never be another Norm Abram, but it’s been a good weekend.