After digging my car out of ice Sunday morning at a friend's house I arrived at home to find the kitchen pipes frozen.
Already late to pick up my step daughter, I did my best to thaw them with no luck. After two hours I left and got Jordan. We had a great afternoon at my mom's house making Christmas cookies. On my way home I stopped at Menard's for space heaters and talked with a gentleman who told me how his kitchen pipes burst open last year in weather like this. I prayed the whole way home. When I got there I was in luck; the pipes were still frozen but nothing busted open.
I set to work with my hair dryer and space heaters and two hours later there was running water in my kitchen. YAY! The bathroom upstairs, though, nothing. By morning the bathroom tub was dripping so I thought it was a good sign. At 4:00 I left the house for a skin appointment and when I got back home an hour later I heard the rain. At first I thought, "oh good! Running water." Then I remembered there was running water in the kitchen when I left so I flipped on the lights and to my horror water was falling from every recessed light in the cieling. It was kind of cool looking so the first thing I looked for was my camera to shoot a picture but I left it at my parent's house the day before. Damn!
Tessa got up to greet me but wouldn't enter the kitchen. I dragged garbage bins under the leaks and looked for the phone book. A nice guy at Gilchrist plumbing talked me through shutting off the water and emptying the lines to get the water to stop wrecking havoc on my kitchen. The water was going through the kitchen floor and causing rain in the basement also. I mopped, I moved electric things out of the kitchen, and I opened a bottle of wine.
My roommate returned my call but I didn't hear the phone. "Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry you're there alone dealing with this. Jesus...I don't even know what to say. More money, more problems."
Yup.
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