| Great googly-mooglies, what a day |
[May. 29th, 2008|08:08 am] |
After a few pleasant, but not really productive days at my mom's, I woke up yesterday determined to hack a few things off the to-do list and get to the edits on Lions' Pride. (Astute readers may note the title has changed slightly. I decided a cougar is a mountain lion, and a mountain lion counts. But anyway....) While I was stil sipping coffee, I did a quick task for Clann and some coordination for the Blind Awareness Walk. (Asute readers may determine that I sipped a great deal of coffee. Good work, astute readers.)
And then I went to do a simple job: put in a load of towels, the only laundry kestrelmwe hadn't gotten to while I was away.
The first towel I grabbed was soaked. Odd, I thought...must have spilled something and grabbed his towel to wipe up. I threw it in, turned on the machine, and realized all the towels and the blanket also in the pile were soaked. So was the carpet.
Snarfleblast!
Quickly I shut off the machine, threw down fresh towels from the utili-towel pile, and poked behind the washer. Hrmm, one of those hoses seemed wet, as if leaky. Should be simple enough to fix. I went upstairs to take a deep breath, shut off IM, and call the appliance store.
Half the world, or at least strandom, tracytris, and last_real_angel, were on IM. Being the wonderful people they are, they all offered to help, although how any of them, with the possible exception of the lovely Ms T, who lives nearby, could have helped much with my domestic crisis is unknown. I thanked them all, disconnnected, and called Advantage. They quoted me a price for a service call. I blanched and said kestrelmwe and I would consult when he got home for lunch. If it was just the hose, we could probaby figure out how to replace it.
He came home and experimented with the hose. It wasn't leaky. I called Advantage and sucked the financial pain. A nice gentleman (Rumble loved him) came out and took the washer apart. His conclusion: Washer's fine, but Cthulu was living in the septic and causing it to back up through the washer drain pipe. Everyone say EWWW!
Kestrel comes home. We check the septic (I can't raise the big old metal cover myself). Boy howdy, that's one full septic. Another panicked call, this time to the septic guy, who said he'd be out in the AM, don't flush or do dishes or anything.
Finally, around 6, I got to my nice quiet day of writing! (Got a lot done, too.)
Septic guy just left. One hour, 350 dollars and a great deal of messy, stinky work later, he not ony pumped us out, but also removed a huge clog in the drain pipe. A three-person operation: Septic Guy doing the hard part, Himself flushing the toilet, me in the basment observing and wet-vaccing up brown stinky liquid. Yuck. But we won! We tried to offer him a bottle of wine, but he doesn't drink.
Back down to clean up the last of the mess, since we had to send a great deal more icky dirty goop into the basement before we could declare victory.
Oh, and Cthulu really was living there. Or at least a small snake of vicious disposition--it actually coiled and tried to strike. Hopefully the noise and fuss scared it off. I like snakes, as a rule, but we think this one might have been a water moccasin. |
|
|
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
pleased