Winter Joys from Northern, IL

Posted: November 24, 2013 in In world of Me...
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I had… HAD… gone to bed for the day. For any new readers, I work night shift, so I sleep during the day… enforced vampire-ism, you might say.  I couldn’t sleep at first with fat-fat Charlie begging for my hand to scratch his chin and ears.  My hubby finally got up to take a shower and Charlie followed after.  I was beginning to drift off when Scott, my hubby, comes in and tells me to call my dad to come shut off the valve for the water pipes to washing machine.

I jumped out of bed and dashed to laundry room trying to shut the valves off there… that didn’t work and I didn’t know that Scott had already tried.  I then skittered down the basement step to try to shut it off in line to the water heater, but I couldn’t remember which way to turn it.  Of course, I’m still in drift mode for sleep and forgot about the main.  I grabbed my phone while my hubby went and turned the main off.

I called my mom first because I knew my dad would still be sleeping.  He in his late 70’s, retired nuclear plant security guard, and 3 time Vietnam vet, who spent my whole life taking care of what mattered most to him… his family. The man can sleep in late all he wants, he’s more then earned it.  My mom got my dad up and he came down to assess the situation.  This whole time I was feeling horrible for Scott because I know he desperately wanted a shower after his 3 day hunting trip with no shower.

My dad decided on a quick fix of cutting the pipe that had sprung the leak and capping it off for now.  Which means we can’t wash any clothes, but we can use the shower, flush the shitter, and have clean dishes.  It’s no biggie… I can go to my parents to wash or even the laundry mat.  We can still use the drier, so only need about $4 to use the biggest washing machine and then bring home to dry.  The pipe that needs fixing will be taken care of within the next couple of weeks.

Well, I think I’ll check on my hubby’s crock pot dinner, season it up, give him some loves, and then head to bed again.

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