July 7, 2010
I was in the garage, sorting through the impossible amount of stuff there, looking for contact cement to replace a piece Formica I had knocked off the front of a kitchen counter while cleaning this morning. “It must have been ready to come off,” observed my mother as I was talking to her on the phone. “Otherwise you would never have gotten it off.” She was right of course. I spent an hour looking for the cement and didn’t find it. I did, however, find the clear silicone caulk I need to repair the grab bar in the shower upstairs.