My husband and I have no business owning a house. We both hate yard work. We hate to paint. We don’t want the expense or disruption of updating the house. Our kitchen still sports its original 1950’s formica counter top. (My husband says that’s in style again. Again.) In essence, we are creating our very own “tear down” property.
Last week, we noticed some water in our utility room. Our collective response was to utter a perplexed “Hmmm” and then go about our business. It wasn’t a lot of water. We figured maybe one of the cats had spilled their water bowl or maybe drooled. A few paper towels did the job. A couple of days and drenched paper towels later, we noticed a little more water, now sneaking out onto the family room carpet. We both agreed that it probably was not good. And then proceeded to go about our business.
Eventually, my husband decided it was time to address the problem, possibly due to some subtle nagging on my part, and he set out to find the root of the problem. He warned me that if it was what he thought it was, we were looking at a whole lot of disruption and a whole lot of money. To which I responded, “Hmmm.”
Fortunately, the problem turned out to be a leaky hot water heater. Not tragic. We called our extremely grumpy plumber who instructed us to order a replacement for him to pick up at Home Depot. Seemed easy enough. Turns out Home Depot sells about 200 different kinds of 50-gallon hot water heaters. Suddenly, this seemed like a big decision. So we pondered it (did absolutely nothing) for a day or two and were now using all of the towels in the house to staunch the flow of water.
Home Depot made the decision for us as they only had about 2 hot water heaters in stock. Our plumber arrived on schedule, removed the old water heater, and installed the brand new one. My husband attempted to make small talk with the plumber (we haven't seen himin a very long time) who literally said, “Don’t talk to me.” After completing the installation, grumpy plumber announced it didn’t work, and exited the building. Mic drop.
I need at least one shower a day to feel human. This was starting to shape up to be tragic. My husband called the manufacturer and after attempting some trouble shooting by phone, they are actually sending someone out with a replacement part. On Friday. That makes 3 days until I can look, feel, or smell human. I’ve considered a hotel because most of our neighbors aren’t letting people in their house because of covid, or possibly just hate us because of our lawn. But my dear Dad, also not a perfect home owner, once taught us all how to take a Navy shower. Wet yourself. Turn off the water. Lather up. Rinse. Hmmm. I'll think about it a bit.
Last week, we noticed some water in our utility room. Our collective response was to utter a perplexed “Hmmm” and then go about our business. It wasn’t a lot of water. We figured maybe one of the cats had spilled their water bowl or maybe drooled. A few paper towels did the job. A couple of days and drenched paper towels later, we noticed a little more water, now sneaking out onto the family room carpet. We both agreed that it probably was not good. And then proceeded to go about our business.
Eventually, my husband decided it was time to address the problem, possibly due to some subtle nagging on my part, and he set out to find the root of the problem. He warned me that if it was what he thought it was, we were looking at a whole lot of disruption and a whole lot of money. To which I responded, “Hmmm.”
Fortunately, the problem turned out to be a leaky hot water heater. Not tragic. We called our extremely grumpy plumber who instructed us to order a replacement for him to pick up at Home Depot. Seemed easy enough. Turns out Home Depot sells about 200 different kinds of 50-gallon hot water heaters. Suddenly, this seemed like a big decision. So we pondered it (did absolutely nothing) for a day or two and were now using all of the towels in the house to staunch the flow of water.
Home Depot made the decision for us as they only had about 2 hot water heaters in stock. Our plumber arrived on schedule, removed the old water heater, and installed the brand new one. My husband attempted to make small talk with the plumber (we haven't seen himin a very long time) who literally said, “Don’t talk to me.” After completing the installation, grumpy plumber announced it didn’t work, and exited the building. Mic drop.
I need at least one shower a day to feel human. This was starting to shape up to be tragic. My husband called the manufacturer and after attempting some trouble shooting by phone, they are actually sending someone out with a replacement part. On Friday. That makes 3 days until I can look, feel, or smell human. I’ve considered a hotel because most of our neighbors aren’t letting people in their house because of covid, or possibly just hate us because of our lawn. But my dear Dad, also not a perfect home owner, once taught us all how to take a Navy shower. Wet yourself. Turn off the water. Lather up. Rinse. Hmmm. I'll think about it a bit.