A plumber I will never be...

What a big, fat, giant, pain in the ass day. And it's my own fault because I continue to work here. We are finally breaking down and remodeling that dreadful room. And I am pushing myself. This is not the smartest stuff for me to do anyway. I'm too tired and physically not as strong as I used to be, but, and I say this reluctantly, I love doing this stuff.

Except today.

What should have been a' routine day' (mega oxymoron) in replacing the kitchen faucet...and I have done this several times before...some more eventful than others...became a Mthr Fkr of a faucet. Um...not just the faucet itself...but the fine plumbing leading in to it.

I'm sure 50 years of rust and corrosion had something to do with it. I am lying. This mess must have been replaced in the past 20 years because the cold water pipes were PVC. However, whoever replaced the shit before was really stingy with the pipe!! The 'cracked' pipe. The dried up, old nasty assed cracked pipe. That would be the pipe that snapped off and shot water out into the room like a hydrant hit by a Honda! Straight out. And this would be the room that has no cutoff where it should be so you have to run 1/4 of a mile to shut the water off to the entire property. Yeah...that's the pipe!

Wait!!! Don't even go there! We had shut off all water to the building that was on the original diagram. Oh...but wait a second!! No one ever re-DID the diagram when they re-routed the water!! Silly me! No, that would be STUPID me...to not anticipate such a f**ked up mess. It's so typical for here.

So, we did what two hard working white women faced with such a dilemma would do...we ripped all the old shit out and put new shit in. Viola! It works. This may sound petty...but when you are not born a plumber...and don't naturally think like a plumber...some things just don't come plumbing natural.

Tomorrow is another day. I have no idea what we are going to do tomorrow. I don't give a shit.

I made 15 pairs of earrings last night. It wore me out. My plumbing hands are pretty sore tonight so I may or may not do anything.

I need to make a plan, though.

Husband is having surgery in Big Spring on Friday, October 1st and I will go with him. We will leave on Thursday around noon and will be back either late Saturday or Sunday (I think). He got a call from the VA in Big Spring today telling him that he would have the 'procedure' done there. We are not real sure what the 'procedure' will be, but at this juncture something is better than nothing (for Husband).

What I will do is take some stuff to work on. Although knitting/crocheting is the most convenient, I should take some felt ornaments to sew (embroider). I have quite a few cut out and really need to get busy on them. So far...I have made...zero! I'll think about this.

We are watching Modern Marvels. It's on the History Channel channel and sometimes is pretty good. Tonight is 'Soda and other Beverages'. They just got done with Ginger Beer. I can remember that my Grandmother would sometimes buy that. It was really good and really strong ginger flavor (surprise!!). Now they are on to the root beers.

I'm feeling the need for a shower. I started feeling that way this afteroon when I had to stick my head (and half my body) behind the stove/sink/refrigerator unit while dicking around with the plumbing situation. Lots of gunga back there. Lots of it stuck to my head.

I think I'll treat myself to something special (again) this week. I have that Evening in Paris perfume coming remember...But I think I earned it. Today...I earned it. Now I have to figuue out what to get....

Gotta scrub my head...nite!!

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