Washing Machine

The washing machine agitator was caked with black crud that smelled like soap.

I was able to pry off and clean the top but couldn’t figure out how to remove the agitator to soak the rest of it, so cleaned it by hand as best I could.

Express mailed more documentation for Ron’s car to GEICO. Thought we were done.

Lunch at the Spring Street Market and Cafe: grilled Green Machine sandwich stuffed with Avocado, Spinach, Provolone & Pesto Mayo on Olive Ciabatta; very good!

Got cash for Dave the carpenter, got back home and went right back to the credit union, realizing I’d forgotten to get cash for the plow person.

Without my thinking to ask (thinking is a challenge for me today), Dave gave me the measurements for carpet in the guest bedroom and hallway: thoughtful guy!

Conversation with Greylock loan officer about getting reimbursed for a downpayment already made on a project eligible for funding.

In the course of demo-ing the guest bedroom, Dave found more casing weirdness upstairs; he will fix it. Meanwhile, he was able to squeeze in an “add-on”, rehanging the bathroom door. What a difference! The room has 25-30% more useable space with that one change.

Now, why didn’t the former owners think to do the same?