For months we'd been running out of water. I mentioned that in previous posts. Anyway, D replaced one part and things got better because we didn't completely run out of water. Instead when you turned on the faucet the water would run a few seconds, then go down to a trickle and about 15 seconds later come back in full force.
Being a simple wife I've been suggesting that D go out and check all the outside faucets to see if we had a broken pipe. NOTE: We have 14 faucets outside around the house and throughout the property. Anyway the answer I've been getting is, "We'd know if there was a broken pipe." So he never bothered to check the faucets.
Yesterday I opened the back door and was just standing there enjoying the fresh smells of spring and thought I could hear the trickle of water. I wandered around the backyard and the faucet on the other side of the fence was on. It was very low but put enough water in the dry creek bed which turned it into a mini creek.
Most likely a deer kicked it or rubbed against it while wandering by. It's not a conventional handle but a pretty little hummingbird, so I could really see that happening.
D called from work about something and I told him he owed me a call for the well repair because I fixed it. No longer would we constantly hear the well turning off and on and run out of water.
Okay, don't laugh at this because it's sooooo male....one of his solutions was to turn off two out of three of our toilets. Hahahaha! Where do they get this stuff? Hahahahahaha!
I had to take this picture. It's one of three freesias left that the deer and rabbits haven't eaten. It's so darn pretty.
Friday D finally fixed the clutch on his truck. He designed a slave cylinder and had it custom machined just for his truck. When he picked me up at work he was happy and upset. He believes this will be the answer to his clutch constantly going out but the truck sat so long, the battery was dead. Sorry...I'm laughing as I type this. Come on....that's just too funny!
He put it on the charger and took it to work yesterday (Saturday) and finally brought home one out of two tons of pellets he'd bought a month or so ago.
I decided I'd be nice and unload the truck. I put on my warm socks (no shoes) and decided I'd try to unload half in 30 minutes. Well, I'm pleased to say I unloaded 28 out of 50 bags. I was sweating like a sumo wrestler and very warm so I decided to take a break and work on the blog.
I've cooled down enough that now I'm actually cold. So I'm going to run out, unload the final 22 bags and maybe take the truck to Home Depot and get my car. Then D can bring the final load home tonight and I'll help him unload that too.
Did I mention, he's no longer allowed in the back of the truck? Nope, I won't let him up there at all. Sometimes he sneaks the garbage cans up there and takes them down to the road but he has to listen to me rip into him for that, so I believe he's finally having second thoughts about doing that. LOL!
3 comments:
I don't understand why men don't listen to women about stuff like a possible water leak. At our old house I kept smelling gas in the backyard. I told Will I thought we had a gas leak near our meter. He didn't believe me and couldn't smell anything. He didn't smell it until he was doing yard work, walking past the meter on off through out the day. Turned out we had a pretty good gas leak according the PG & E guy.
Why does Dave keep falling off stuff?
Even more frustrating when our partners finally realize it was that leaky faucet we have been asking them to check for months and then think it was there idea!
Paul came to me the other day to share a great idea "someone" at the office had, I had to stop him half way through his story to tell him I was the one who came up with the great idea. He had no clue. Frustrating and funny
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