Sex offenders, enchilada sauce & plungers
What do sex offenders, enchilada sauce and plungers have in common? They are the subject matters of my three most important revelations this weekend.
Revelation #1
On Saturday we got a notice from the Kirkland Police Department informing us that a Level II sex offender would be moving onto our street soon. I didn’t think much of it at first, until our neighbor, Josh, stopped to talk to us about it. He’s concerned because this person was convicted of raping a child, and he has two daughters and a wife who are home by themselves most of the day. Unless the sex offender is moving into a condo at the end of the street, he will move into the house next door (which recently sold) and become our neighbor.
Now, admittedly, I’m not too concerned about borrowing a cup of sugar from this guy until I’ve had a chance to meet him. At the same time, this is the proverbial straw that lead me to my revelation: we truly live in ghetto Kirkland. Between all the recent police activity at the rental across the street, our own two break-ins, and now a convicted felon moving in...I can’t see how it could get much worse.
Revelation #2
This isn’t nearly as profound as revelation #1, but important nonetheless. I was bumming on my dinner options this evening - basically leftover Cock-a-Leekie. It was bland last night, and I knew another day wouldn’t improve it much. While I was staring in the fridge for something else to eat, my solution presented itself. Homemade tomatillo enchilada sauce! Why the heck not? I put some in carrot soup earlier this week, how bad could it be with flavorless Scottish stew? I stirred a bit into the soup while it was heating and PRESTO! it turned blah into brilliant.
As I was munching on dinner, I had revelation #2: tomatillo enchilada sauce makes everything better. Thank you tomatillo enchilada sauce!
Revelation #3
Did you know that a plunger is a useful tool for unclogging sinks as well as toilets? I sure as heck didn’t until this afternoon. When I woke up this morning, I noticed that there was a bunch of gunk in the sink. I didn’t think too much of it until later when I tried to run the water for washing dishes. The sink started to fill up and running the disposal did nothing but swirl the water and add ground up potato peelings to the sink soup. I was going to wait until Nick got home and ask him what’s up with the sink. Feeling the need to procrastinate a little longer before diving into my Torts reading, though, I did a quick internet search to see what alternatives there might be to chemical drain cleaners.
This is the point where I stand up and shout “thank you Google!” for helping me discover that a plunger (the cup style, not the flange style used in toilets) can unclog a sink. We happened to have one, so off to the kitchen I went. My first plunge didn’t produce any results - the rubber cup just suctioned to the sink bottom. Neither did my second. A little more water and about 10 vigorous plunges later the sink was fixed. I can’t believe at 32 years old, that this is the first time I’ve ever used a plunger on the sink. Won’t Nick be so proud of me when he gets home today!

A quick side note...if you’re going to try this on your bathroom sink, make sure you’ve taped over the sink overflow and removed the drain stopper.
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Plunger in sink: very cool.
Improved eats: cool enough.
Sex offender next door: not so cool.
Not sure what to say here. Maybe I should reference The Seder Curb Your Enthusiasm episode, where Larry invites a sex offender over to their house for Passover. Although it’s funny, your situation is not. It’s likely this guy knows you know about him, so he’ll probably lock himself inside, or make himself scarce at least.
Also in the episode, Larry’s newspaper is getting taken from their doorstep. If that’s starts happening, maybe you can get a cruiser to roll through your neighborhood with decent frequency.
Scott
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