meself as a do it yourself woman taking great pride in getting things
done. However there are certain things that leave me perplexed and
wanting. Not so much for the knowledge but having the right tools.
O I have a tool box, one filled with pretty coloured screwdrivers.
Don't ask me to hand you a Phillips or a Robertson but state the
colour, thank you. Colours I understand.
came a time when the kitchen sink drained to no where. Bombs of
vinegar and baking soda did nothing; the super duper snake, with a
crank no less, did nothing; nor did swearing. I decided this
wouldn't beat me and Utubed videos of how to unclog a drain. It's
amazing what one can find on the net, (with out pop ups).
underneath was cleared out, bucket at the ready, instructional video
streaming and I set about it. Pipes came apart easily and drained
into the bucket, ahhhhhh, that was easy I thought. Then I set about
reattaching. Hhmmm, it didn't fit no matter which way I tried. So I
sat cross legged on the kitchen floor twisting the pipe with hands on
both ends, pondering what's wrong with this picture.
twisted the pipe in aggravation it began to move. I sat there
staring at it, twisting back it back and forth, finally dropping it
and ran to the lappie thinking I gotta Google this! Aha! It comes
apart! I found the links and twisted like a banshee in withdrawal
and voila! Now I could fit it all back together and enjoy the superb
sound of super suction in the drain.
after reattaching, running the taps, watching water sit, detaching,
clearing, reattaching a few times, running water again, I finally
gave up knowing the clog was in the wall, not the drain pipe and no
matter what I did, I wasn't going to fix it. This clog was BIG and
me simple tools were no match. It wasn't something I enjoyed
admitting but I did, sigh.
day I hiked up the big girl
panties and called the local
plumber. We have an
ummm, errrrr, relationship. The admin answered with “what's
buggered up now Cheryl?” Doncha love call display. I explained me
predicament and asked to have
the lads bring the mega clog bomb over and of course the key is in
the mailbox. Note to self: I should have a key cut for them.
for work I left a detailed letter of what I did, and thanked Tom or
Mike or John or Derek, collectively known as Dear Super Sucker, for
making the time to help me. Later that day I arrived home and found
the bucket filled with black water and crud, footsteps to the
basement and a scribble of “you're good to go now” on the letter.
still draining with that super suction sound that I've come to
signify with a pure pipe. But still ponder how odd simple things
makes a person smile, either that or I really need to get a life or a
house husband. Hhmmm....
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
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