RUSSIAN HILL HANDYMAN Co. | Week of 1 April ’12

1 April 2012

I was tempted to make an April Fool’s joke about my driving, but this is quite obviously a still from last month’s Alcatraz shoot on Russian and Nob Hills, reflecting an almost-universal desire among 94109/133 residents either to catch air on Taylor or Filbert at some point in their lives, or to permanently ban stunt filming on The Seven Hills.

Currently, I’ve still got a few slots open this week — spread throughout the week. The recent snows in Tahoe are calling my name, too, so if I manage to block out a day mid-week, I’ll be up there using my Squaw/Alpine/Homewood pass for the last month of the season. So, if you’re hoping for a “can you stop by today/tomorrow?” appointment, be forewarned that a day of no appointments is going to be looked at as a day of epic skiing this week.

In the meantime, given a few day’s notice, we can get you on the calendar for nearly anything you need done in early April.

 

RUSSIAN HILL HANDYMAN Co. | Week of 26 Mar. ’12

26 March 2012

I want to give a shout out to Dave Glass, the photographer behind this week’s Featured Image on the RUSSIAN HILL HANDYMAN Co’s website, which came to our attention via the Facebook group for the Russian Hill Neighbors’ Association.

The entire week of the 26th has fully booked as of today — Monday. Barring a cancellation from an existing customer, we won’t have availability until the week of the April 3.

23 Mar. 2012 | Out-of-Workshop

I’m already scheduled Saturday through Thursday this upcoming week, so I’m booking myself some R&R for today, Friday. As such, I won’t be responding to any customer inquiries until I’m back in the workshop this evening.

Please fill out the form on the “Contact Us” page for assistance, but be advised that replies won’t be forthcoming until tomorrow morning.

Cheers,

— rick

RUSSIAN HILL HANDYMAN Co. | 21 March 2012

21 March 2012

This faucet changed my life.

This is the IKEA Hjuvik, which at $239, retails for more than most sofas at the purveyor of Scandinavian domestic melancholy. I wrestled with this purchase for months because I live in a rented apartment on Russian Hill and the thought of dropping the price for a dinner for two at Harris’s on a faucet seemed ludicrous. Well, that was four years ago, and since I purchased this faucet and installed it in my home, I decided that I loved it so much, I should start a full-time residential/light commercial San Francisco handyman business. So, that’s what I did.

Seriously, I mean it when I say that this faucet changed my life.

Since then, I’ve installed no fewer than a dozen of these in San Francisco apartments — for tenants like myself who see themselves spending at least four years in their current homes and realize that a faucet like this one is the difference between tolerating and loving your kitchen.

Plus, you can always take it with you when you relocate, and who doesn’t love the idea of traveling with your own commercial-style sprayer/faucet among their belongings, almost instantly turning every strange, new apartment into “your home.”

As of today — Wednesday — the remainder of this week is booked, but we’re posting new appointments during the week of the 26th. Wow! April is almost here. Q2. How did THAT happen?

RUSSIAN HILL HANDYMAN Co. | Week of 30 Jan. ’12

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“Enough of symbolism and these escapist themes of purity and innocence.”

Site Update Continues. Beta-Testing Ongoing.

Your patience is — as always — appreciated.

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Hey there where ya goin’, not exactly knowin’, who says you have to call just one place home. He’s goin’ everywhere, B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear. He just keeps on movin’, ladies keep improvin’, every day is better than the last. New dreams and better scenes, and best of all I don’t pay property tax. Rollin’ down to Dallas, who’s providin’ my palace, off to New Orleans or who knows where. Places new and ladies, too, I’m B.J. McKay and this is my best friend Bear.

Ten years ago a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-team.

Children of the sun, see your time has just begun, searching for your ways, through adventures every day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight, with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah… wishing for The Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah… some day we will find The Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do ah-ah-ah, do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah… some day we will find The Cities of Gold.