Wednesday, December 29, 2004: 5:00 PM
I arrive home to a message taped to my garage door from the utility company: "You have a leak below your water meter." That's all.
I run to the meter where there is a lovely new fountain that I have never noticed before. I look at my front yard and realise I must do something before it is declared a wetland and I will be required to move. As environmentally conscious as I'd like to be, I can't afford to purchase a new domicile so I sprinted to the garage for a pair of pliers. Ripping the entire cover off the meter and leaving a wonderful new little goldfish pool, I thrust my hand into the water and start feeling for the valve while wondering how water can be 100 degrees below freezing and still be in a liquid state. I find the valve and turn it off.
After the panic, I curse the bastard who left me the note: Why in hell didn't he turn the water off? Then I realised I had to use the bathroom and not in a way that I could go behind a tree standing up.
You don't know what you got till it's gone.
Thursday, December 30, 2004: 6:30 AM
Time to go to work. A quick trip out to the tree in the back yard, the terrible realisation that I would really like to sit down somewhere.
I gather a face towel, my tooth brush and razor and try to get to work before anyone else. It doesn't happen.
I take off work early, hit the Home Depot and buy couplings, glue and ten feet of pipe to replace the three inches of pipe I will need to replace.
Have you ever dug in mud?
And then need clean hands to put things together?
And have no water in which to wash?
By this time, I look as if I'm in black face. Covered entirely in REALLY cold mud. There are roots the size of giant sea slugs wrapping around the broken pipe I need to replace and the sun is going down.
To make a long story short, my hands are now purple from the primer you use to glue PVC (polyvinyl chloride)pipe, I have ruined a pair of jeans, my dog thinks I'm the Swamp Thing and I have to shit again.
BUT the glue needs to dry for two hours and the toilet bowls are dry holes.
Sigh.
I have now washed my hands, had a shower and spent time with myself not worrying about sanitary problems.
Life is good.