Well, Brian started doing research on a water filter for the house since the delivery water has gotten so expensive ($9 a bottle) and the water man often runs out before he gets to our house.
Our refrigerator has an icemaker in it and you can get water and ice from the door. We haven’t used it in years because there was a leak in the line in the family room. Brian said he’d fixed it, I didn’t remember that, but sometimes I don’t remember things. But I swore up and down the way he fixed it was to just turn the water to the frig off (the line ran in the attic: from the garage, over the family room, over the dining room, over the kitchen to the corner where the frig is). Well, the filter he decided on got here last week or the week before and his project started yesterday. He had the great idea of setting up a water line in the garage, which will be great when I feed the cats at night and we can get rid of the water bottle out there. He even built a shelf for me to work on.
He needed to put a splitter or whatever you want to call it on the line to the frig. He got that installed this morning and went up into the attic to make sure there was no leak in the family room. He just used one of those folding stepladders to get up there and stood on a bookcase to get up inside. I had to stand on the bottom step so the thing didn’t tip over (I’m sure the manufacturers did not approve this type of use). So, he’s watching the line in the family room and I’m looking into the kitchen. Water was pouring from the ceiling fan/light. I start running around like a chicken with its head cut off, “what do you want me to do?” “what do you want me to do? Water is coming from the light in the kitchen!” I had the presence of mind to run into the dining room and turn off the light switch, killing the power to the fan and light.
Brian was still in the attic. He made his way down and I said “I turned off the power to the light”. I followed him into the kitchen and he’s standing there. I said “see?” And he looks. I said “look at the water!” He doesn’t see it. Then, he does. His eyes get really big. He looks down at this huge puddle on the floor. He runs into the garage and turns off the water to the frig.
There was some swearing. He took down the ceiling fan and set it on the counter. Then he went back up into the attic to find out exactly what the problem was. I heard him swearing up there. He was up there a long time. (I made use of having the fan down, I washed all of the blades and the light bulbs and the glass around them. And I cleaned off the rest of the fan.)
When he came down, he was filthy. And he said “I can’t fix it today. I can’t get through to the kitchen.” The opening is only 18” and he ain’t gonna fit through that opening. But he saw the problem, the connector isn’t connected.
So, we went shopping. He bought a roll of 100’ of tubing at the local True Value Hardware store (Payton’s in Lakeside; we went to Home Depot, but they only had 25’ sections; the guy was very helpful….“you can use these connectors….”) so there will be no connectors in the attic. And he doesn’t have the right saw here, that’s up in Ranchita. He’s going there tomorrow to water the trees, he’ll bring it home with him and finish this job Monday.
I think the ants in my bathroom yesterday were a sign of bad things to come…..
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