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Yesterday, I returned home to find a water pipe spewing a hard, constant stream of water all through my garage. We have our washer/dryer in the garage and during particularly cold days, like what we had here in KC a few days ago, the water freezes and we are unable to do any washing. This has been going on for years. Generally, we watch the weather forecasts during winter and if a day of single degree weather is forecasted, we do as much laundry as possible to “ride out” the cold spell. Usually it’s only a few days and with “warmer temperatures” in the 20s or 30s, the pipes thaw and we can do laundry again. There usually isn’t any problem other than the inconvenience…until yesterday. A small crack in the copper pipe providing water to the washer developed, and when the pipes thawed, the water began spewing. Now, we have a lot of things stored in the garage, so it was imperative this leak be stopped to avoid water-damage to boxes and their contents. The water shut-off valve is located in the crawl space accessible through the garage. It has a very small opening and required one to crawl a little ways once in the space under the house. Fortunately, my son—he will be 13 next week—was home (this was in the afternoon), and I called to him to help me. He came quickly and we assessed the situation. He took a flashlight and crawled under the house and shut off the valve. This stopped the water—throughout the whole house, so we had to find a way to “repair” the pipe since we couldn’t do without water. As he held a flashlight for me to see, I taped the crack, placed a split-hose around the pipe, covering the crack, and used six clamps to secure it. My son went back down into the crawl space and turned the water back on. He stayed there until I could assess the success of the operation. I had to call to him once to turn the water back off because of some small leakage. I made a few adjustments, called to him to turn the water back on and…success! The mending job held! He came back out and we congratulated each other. It reminded me of the old folk song: When I first came to this land When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man So I built myself a shack, and I did what I could And I called my shack, "Breaking my back" But the land was sweet and good and I did what I could When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man, So I got myself a cow, and I did what I could And I called my cow, "No milk now" And I called my shack, "Breaking my back" But the land was sweet and good and I did what I could When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man, So I got myself a duck, and I did what I could And I called my duck, "Out of luck" And I called my cow, "no milk now" And I called my shack, "Breaking my back" But the land was sweet and good and I did what I could When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man, So I got myself a wife, and I did what I could And I called my wife, "Run for your life" And I called my duck, "Out of luck" And I called my cow, "No milk now" And I called my shack, "Breaking my back" But the land was sweet and good and I did what I could When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man So I got myself a son, and I did what I could And I called my son, "My work's done" And I called my wife, "Run for your life" And I called my duck, "Out of luck" And I called my cow, "No milk now" And I called my shack, "Breaking my back" But the land was sweet and good and I did what I could
I could have wiggled through the entrance of the crawl space and twisted and turned to find the shut-off valve: I’ve been doing so every year since we bought the house some 23 years ago. But this time would have taken me much longer as I had developed over the years some health conditions that would have made it much more difficult than the first time I did it. My son certainly lightened the load—it was a “50/50” endeavor.
He does have some chores to perform: keeping his room clean and tidy, taking out the trash and recycling, and helping in the yard when necessary. But this is the first time we tackled a pressing problem together and worked together to solve it. I'm very proud of my son, Michael!
I'm very proud of you, Son! :pals: Ahhh, Dad!
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