So, I worked over to get some things done, got home with barely enough time to get in my bike ride, hit the market, pick up some utter essentials at Tar-jzhay, get home, make my salad while Tam did up her steak and, good housekeeper that she is, started up the dishwasher.
Which proceeded to fill up the kitchen sink with icky water.
The drain is (partially) old cast-iron and in need for replacement. With a $400.00 estimate, I was hoping to put that off as long as possible. But the good drain cleaner ("Thrift") hasn't helped in the last three hours, so....
Of course my ham shack desk is -- no, not under it, I avoided that! -- but close enough to be at risk from splashing and to be in the way of burly men wrestling 60-year-old cast-iron drainpipe. So I'll have to move it before the plumber comes by. Good thing I hadn't put any ham gear on it.
Oh what fun.
UPDATE: The next morning, water was leaking from the sink, into the cabinet, onto the kitchen floor, and into the basement! We ended up having to move a lot of stuff -- fragile little radios, most of my telegraph key collection, Tam's less-used reference books and various odds and ends. That would be the third plumbing-induced basement rearrangement. Don't you wish you were kewl like me?
1. I would so have one, too. If I could. With fries.
2. No, really. Oh, I'll grant taking spiders with a .177 bb gun is not the usual way but it's surprsingly effective. And a nice compromise between the .25 ACP on one hand and the shooing them into a plastic pillbottle and taking them outside on the other!
3. Let me tell you a story about a young woman with big plans who spurned all those idiotic variable-rate and interest-only loans and selected a house that was (just barely) within a pessimistic estimate of her budget...right before they tripled the real-estate taxes. Better yet, I won't. Seriously, if I have a cunning plan involving money? Lock me in a closet until the urge passes.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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