I might need a new laptop. Mine has been contrary of late. My wit has become dull and I am tired of the cloudy skies. And it is Monday again.
It started out okay. My fitbit tells me I had a fair night of sleep. I woke to thick fog and decided to abandon my plans for grocery shopping to avoid driving in pea soup. I loosed the canines, brewed the coffee and saw HeWho off to his cardio rehab. I settled in with my coffee and coaxed the laptop to reveal e-mails so that I could take care of them.
That didn't go great and took longer than I preferred, but I got it done and went to start laundry, while thinking about lunch and supper. As I approached the laundry room, I heard an unfamiliar noise. At first I thought it was sort of electric problem. It was like a buzzing, but I could not place the noise with anything familiar. I flipped the light on and looked around at all the likely suspects.
Nothing tripped in the breaker boxes (and there are lots of them). I checked the water heater, while wondering if it might be something on the other side of that wall in the public laundry or shower rooms. I did not see a river of water and was surprised when I finally figured it out.
It WAS the water! A break in the main pipe coming directly into the building from underground. I had a good sized spray hitting the plastic trash can next to my washer. The water was going back into the opening and there was no flooding. I had to flip the switch on the well pump and alert HeWho was not here.
His rehab is an hour away. I would have called Kevin, who would have normally been with HeWho anyway, but Kevin is in the hospital. My next go-to person is still healing from his surgery. He would have come, had I beckoned him, but I knew there would be parts to be obtained. A mere inconvenience of not having water and having to answer the calls from my tenants.
This was before noon. It is 6:30 now and I still have no water. HeWho just returned from his second trip to get parts and I have high hopes. He is on the second repair. I knew the day was doomed when I heard the saws-all. My house smells like that purple pipe stick together stuff. So much so that I can taste it.
I have not ventured to look at the ongoing repair. I want to be surprised! Let me just say that HeWho plumbs gets artistic with his repairs and they all end up looking like a Mouse Trap game.
I think we are waiting for that purple stuff to dry before he flips the well on again. I am really looking forward to washing my hands. I used the waterless day to take apart some chairs, sand them and paint them. Then I sorted the proverbial coffee can of assorted nails, screws, bolts, washers, candy wrappers, dog hair and dust. I used the hand sanitizer, but nothing can really take the place of soap and hot water.