While ironing Maw’s nightgown, Paw was trying to replace a LARGE vase incorrectly in a make-shift cabinet, located underneath the altar. I stopped short of calling a name: “You…” He peered up at me and asked: “What do you say?” He then went to the garage to place to object in a cabinet next to his car. Maw started to sound off through tears in her asthmatic voice. Of course, I kept quiet and then started to hear an fearful from Paw who had great difficulty trying to explain to me that I should be more careful in closing the window so as not to break the loosened latch and stay by the toilet so as to keep the flapped from leaking water. The solution is to get a new flapped or at least for me to remember and stay focused.
Paw again caught me by directing my attention to the sound of toilet flushing non-stop through the wall just past the garage door. I ran upstairs where he explained how he saw that the chain of the flapped came undone and how perhaps the flapped itself was slimy. So I washed it and replaced it back. But Paw thought it might be best to get a new hardware tomorrow.