Category: adventures in plumbing
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ain’t gotta wash no mo
We have a dish washer again! Well, we always had a dish washer. For the past eight months I’ve been the dish washer, after our dish washing machine broke down at the end of February. I don’t have the slightest idea how to troubleshoot repairs to dish washing machines so I didn’t even try and Read.
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Monday flood
The house was naked when we got home last night. All the siding had been ripped off it. That was expected. There are no roving gangs of vandals stripping the siding from houses in our neighborhood; we actually hired a contractor to pull all the old siding off, then put new siding on. Nothing to Read.
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most enjoyable shower
I think a shower couldn’t possibly feel better than right after I’ve been cleaning the toilet, unless it’s after cleaning the toilet and dredging great big greasy blobs of hair out of the drain in the bathtub. Our Little Red House is sixty-four years old, which means I’ve been through some pretty gnarly adventures in Read.
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plumbed
I was raking cat turds out of one of the three litter boxes in the basement when My Darling B called down the stairs to me, “Would you come up and look at the shower?” That’s not the kind of question she asks unless she’s hollaring it, but I didn’t notice the slightest hint of Read.
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bent pipe
I dropped something down the drain of the bathroom sink yesterday, so I had to take the trap off the drain to get it out and when I did, the pipe broke, spewing grease and hair and greyish chunks of minerals from the hard water all over my hands and arms. I’ve never had a drain Read.
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Make it RAIN
We hired a house cleaner to come visit Our Humble O’Bode yesterday. This is a first for us. Before this, we cleaned house every two or three weeks, because we hate doing it, and because we wanted the weekends to do whatever we wanted, instead of spending hours on Saturday or Sunday cleaning. So B Read.
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plunging water
I have a funny story, sort of. I was eating breakfast day before yesterday. Sitting alone at the table, I heard My Darling B rouse herself from bed and make her way to the bathroom. I usually wake up long before she does, partly because it’s my nature, and partly because that way I can Read.
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there will be blood
No weekend would be complete without a home improvement project, and no home improvement project would be complete until there was blood. The spigot in the kitchen sink has been dripping for weeks. Okay, more like months, but it was a drip we could put up with when it started because it would drip for Read.
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clogbuster
Using a hydrostatic tool of my own invention, I unplugged the bathroom drain this morning and then, feeling suddenly productive, I stripped to my skivvies and cleaned the tub surround, sink and toilet, because that’s how easily I get distracted. (The thing about stripping to my skivvies – was that inappropriate? I’m never sure how Read.
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sproing
I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon exploring the depths of our sewer system with a steel snake, and I think I can say that I’ve had better days. Our sewer gets clogged up with lint and whatever else comes out of the wash machine so often that I’ve rigged a cap on top Read.
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