The stairs are repaired! The Kid, Mr. Maryn, and I are taking turns walking up and down and realizing all these unconscious habits like keeping to the more solid edge and gripping the rail like there's no tomorrow are no longer necessary. The carpenter said it was apparent someone had attempted repair before but didn't seem to know what to do other than using a bunch of nails.
The kitchen cabinet has been taken to his shop, where he will attempt to get its angles 90 degrees again. He's not sure it can be done but says it cam be close enough for use, even if it requires building an interior structure. What kind of bozo uses particle board for a cabinet?
Today's adventures also included a visit to the OB-Gyn, whose last day before retirement is today (she was sober--must suck to be a doctor on your way out), and literal parking lot gridlock at the grocery store. I had the presence of mind to call the store, ask for the manager, and tell him my car hadn't been able to move for the last 20 minutes, and that he needed to get someone out to direct traffic before tempers flared. Wegmans is such a good store. Five minutes later there were three guys in neon safety vests trotting to the worst spots. I was freed soon after.
Now I've found the silly party hats and the mardi gras beads, and washed the wine flutes. Made my first cheesecake, which seemed too easy so I wonder what I did wrong.
Maryn, busy bee