The refrigerator started making an ominous thumping noise a few days ago like the bass line from the trailer for a bad science-fiction movie. Two days later it was colder outside than in. Our old plumber had died. Thats how long we’e lived here, we have outlived our service guys, so I had to find a new one. I had one in mind like this:
But he answered the phone with a dense Russian accent, so I had to adjust my fantasy pipe layer to something more like this:
He came out and said the freezer drain and gotten plugged and turned the bottom of the freezer into an ice berg. A thaw, an extra copper wire to heat the drainpipe more effectively. and a couple of hundred bucks. Do I really have to mention he did not look like any of these Slavic dreamboats? Amazingly, at least I didn’t have to buy a new refrigerator.
I love my house, but I hate taking care of it. There is a constant sense that I should be doing more and since my daily schedule is rather relaxed.
I suppose it’s not exactly The Impossible Dream.
So when my tub began draining slowly (and for a boy raised in the swamps to notice means the water is REALLY leisurely on its exit,) I decided to fix it myself. It helped my confidence that I had done this before. The seal is actually a small bucket shaped thingy (wittily called “a bucket.”) that hangs from two brass rods that connect to the back of the plate that holds the little switch.
I got the bucket and wires, took the bathtub drain apart, with a great deal of assistance from the cat, and found out, naturellement, I had gotten the wrong part. It’s not the bucket, its the lever the bucker connects to. I hd simply allowed myself to be swayed by the dream that a plumbing device was called a bucket. On the bright side, the wee little bucket is just the right size for the Barbie Doll Diorama I’m still planning on creating.