It's minus one here right now. One of the things I can count on when it gets this cold is a clogged up kitchen sink. I don't have frozen pipes. The crazy sink drain freezes. I can't use the sink. I can't use the dishwasher. All I can do is wait it out. I've been digging in my closet to see if I have a space heater. I wanted to set one near the pipes and see if I could hurry the process. I can't find those heaters anywhere! How does something that big hide? One of the very few times I miss having a man around is when something goes wrong and I need help fixing it. I can't wash dishes in the bathroom, because ever since the plumber fixed(actually disconnected) the leaking ice maker line, I haven't had hot water to the tub or sink. Thank goodness the kids are both old enough to use the stand-up shower.
I love old houses. They have character and history. You can feel the life in them. The structure holds energy from past residents. But they are drafty, quirky, and cold. This one is no exception. I think I'm nuts because my dream is to own one of the huge, two story Victorians on Washington Street. One with big rambling rooms, little nooks an cubbies everywhere, and big wrap-around porches. I want a second story porch outside the master bedroom. And a room to use as a library with one of those ladders. A room for my art studio. A room as a game room for the kids. Don't want much, do I? And when I get my gas bill for heating my 1500 square foot bungalow type old house, I'll rethink my dream. But I'm an eccentric, so it won't change my mind one little bit.
Everyone send thawing thoughts to my kitchen sink, O.K?
I love old houses. They have character and history. You can feel the life in them. The structure holds energy from past residents. But they are drafty, quirky, and cold. This one is no exception. I think I'm nuts because my dream is to own one of the huge, two story Victorians on Washington Street. One with big rambling rooms, little nooks an cubbies everywhere, and big wrap-around porches. I want a second story porch outside the master bedroom. And a room to use as a library with one of those ladders. A room for my art studio. A room as a game room for the kids. Don't want much, do I? And when I get my gas bill for heating my 1500 square foot bungalow type old house, I'll rethink my dream. But I'm an eccentric, so it won't change my mind one little bit.
Everyone send thawing thoughts to my kitchen sink, O.K?
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1 Comments:
I can sooooo relate! Our first house was built in the 1950's (no one, including the tax office, knew exactly when) and was prone to this particular problem. It sure is hard to be without water or to be unable to use your sink. We always had to wait it out, too.
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