I'm sure he didn't mean it that way, but the way the guy at the hardware store suggested I get professional help implied, to me, that he had assessed me as a totally inexperienced wannabe with little home repair experience.
And dammit, he was dead on.
Give me a broken PC or a faulty Mac, and I'm gold. But when it comes to plumbing, I'm utterly clueless. But hell: this is my house, and I'm gonna ruin it if I want. So in spite of his suggestion, I went ahead and bought some new drain pipe, a pipe wrench, plumber's putty, and a drain... and I set about replacing the pipe assembly that had worn through and snapped off underneath the kitchen sink (causing a minor waterfall at 6am this morning).
I even read the directions on how to do it. In computer-speak, that's called RTFM.
So here we are, an hour later, and I think everything's cool. I even pulled a huge clump of unidentifiable crap from the trap... along with two full-size plastic cutlery pieces: how did they GET there?
Anyway: the kids are requesting sandwiches. Must go and make.
Maggie and I have a date night tonight: think I'll get lucky?
Love to all. Even you, Mr. Vila.
3 comments:
that is what the internet is for!
Wow! What a great way to start your morning.
Better you than me.
Some you win - some you lose, but at least I am assembling an impressive array of powertools.
Peace,
P. Del Ricci - Dark Glass
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