I had some work done to The Little House over the last month or so. Nothing terribly serious . . . just a repair to a drain pipe and replacing the basement shower.
Just enough to trigger my homeowner anxiety . . . am I doing the right thing? Oh shit, how expensive is this going to be? Is this ever going to get finished? Will it be what I wanted?
Everything turned out fine . . . project wasn’t horribly over budget but a rainy streak did put a bit of a damper on getting the outside stuff done quickly. Shower is done and working fine . . . except I needed a light for the shower.
Did some research. Did some shopping. Found a workable alternative to installing a light in the shower. I bought a “project light” to put on the floor outside of the shower to shine light into the shower. Works just fine. Light was on sale at the Big Box Hardware Store. Pretty pleased with the solution if I do say so myself.
Brought the light home and took it out of the box. There’s a space on the instruction/warranty booklet for the purchase date and the serial number. And it suggested stapling the receipt to the booklet for easy reference. I did not hesitate to do those items. Because it’s what my Dad did every time he bought an appliance, a tool, or just about anything. There’s a drawer in my parent’s house with all sorts of booklets – some of them for things they no longer own. Dad’s advice was “You never know when you might need that” and so I also have a “information” drawer with all sorts of instruction/warranty booklets . . .
Yes, I heard Dad’s voice tell me “you better fill that out, Pamela” . . . when I saw the booklet in the bottom of the box . . . and I couldn’t rest until I had it safely in the drawer.
Yes, Dad . . . I did listen . . .