I was feeling productive. You know the feeling; days you are confident you will accomplish every item on the To-Do list. Yeah baby, that was me. Read, write, workout, clean my place, shower Maggie Rose and me.
Coffee brewed I'm ready for a great day.
Keurig lets me know it's time for a descale, no problem. I do the things. The dang thing gets to the end of rinsing and starts spitting and sputtering and then it goes dark. Not good.
Google tells me this is likely a thermostat reset situation. Okay let's do it. Not so fast, says one lady on YouTube. Surely it's not THAT difficult. I find another YouTuber. He's not as pessimistic but he does provide bottom-line up front. Patience.
Not possessing an engineering mind but having learned a lot from being married to an engineer for decades, I've learned first off, last on. Pictures are always good, but I have YouTube for this, and I'm fairly confident I can remember each step. I don't have a voltage tester, but I do remember oms from when I sat in on an electrical engineering class at Zachry on the A&M campus back in the day. (Oms are where my knowledge begins and ends concerning all things electrical. Well, there was that one time I learned from the ex that even when breakers are off, there could possibly be one more, a master breaker of sorts. It was an old house. Let's just say he was VERY fortunate that day. Trust but verify...
I remove all the screws, careful to release lots of tabs, and gently remove outer parts of my Keurig. I'm down to the guts and feeling accomplished. Gentleman YouTuber tells me to look on the left for the thermostat. There's a little reset right in the middle of the thermostat. A handy paperclip is at the ready for this exact purpose. Reset complete, I decide to test the unit before I reassemble my coffee maker. You really shouldn't plug in anything until the unit is reassembled, electrical parts and all, you know. But I don't have a voltage tester. I take precautions. Nothing. Unplug, paperclip the thermostat reset one more time, plug in the unit, BAM, everything is working. I'm proud of me. This was a major accomplishment for the little lady. I put everything back together good as new, polished her up, fill with water for the next cup of coffee.
Next, I tackle the slow drain in my bathroom sink. In seven years, this will be the second time I've had to clean a slow drain. I don't call property management very often. Why draw attention to oneself unless absolutely necessary? The procedure, though easy, is stinky business. In no time I've done the deed and I'm good to go for a couple years.
This was a good day. I didn't panic. Anxiety was in check. I've learned this about myself over the last decade: stay calm. These things aren't rocket science. I wish I'd learned many years ago what I'm capable of when shutting off nerves.
Anxiety — the root of many difficulties in life. Remember this.
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