I’m just sittin’ around on my expanding old lady butt, wearing fish tacos on my shirt. I’m also wearing a baseball Tie o’ the Day to remind me how much I didn’t miss Major League Baseball one iota this pandemic spring and summer. That’s sacrilegious—sacri-baseball-ious?—for me to say, based on my baseball-y relatives. If my nephew, Ron, were still playing pro baseball, I’d care about it. But he’s not, so I don’t. [You’ll notice that when they are on the field, baseball players have always pretty much been arranged at grand social distances from each other.]
Other than that, I’m just so happy I have this fascinatingly purty Face Mask o’ the Day. It’s so purty I’m wearing it even while I’m home all by myself this afternoon. I kinda want somebody to drop by in their boring mask for a visit-at-a-distance, just so they can be jealous of my piece of fabulous face-wear.
I’ve got a bigly jumbo butterfly Bow Tie o’ the Day for y’all this morning. I will definitely remove my Face Mask o’ the Day before drinking from my infamous commode cup. I just had to fit this potty cup in my selfie, since the post’s topic is plumbing.
In my last post, I mentioned the plumber had been to the house last week to conquer a few issues. But I forgot to tell you about two groovy things that happened during the plumber’s time here. At some point the plumber says to me, “My hearing aid battery is about out of juice, so if you need to get my attention, you’ll need to yell.” Of course, I am a wearer o’ hearing aids myself, so I yelled, “312 batteries?” And he said in astonishment, “Yes!” So I handed him a 312 hearing aid battery from my stash. Hearing accomplished. I did not present him with a bill for my services.
My favorite moment was when he came downstairs to do his paperwork—tablet work, really. He promptly said, “With all the ties and sewing machines I’m seeing around the house, I’m betting you make ties for a living.” I explained the sewing machines belonged to the crafty, sew-y Suzanne and had nothing whatsoever to do with me. And by the time I finished regaling the man with my quirky love for ties and bow ties, and how I have a blog so I can show off my neckwear and tell stories—well, the plumber was shell-shocked, to say the least. But I enjoyed it. I always love instances when I can go into my what-do-you-know-about-bow-ties-and-would-you-like-to -know-more pitch.
My all-time fave experience with a plumbing problem and the plumber who fixed it occurred a decade ago. We still lived in Ogden at the time, but also still had the Delta house. I was at my desk in Ogden when I got a call from someone at the Delta City office. Apparently, the outside water at my Delta house had sprung a very leaky leak underground, and my water meter was racking up the gallons at full speed—lickety-split enough that my water usage had caught the attention of an astute water-watcher in the office. I was 175 miles away from Delta at the time. What to do?I herded the dogs into my car, and off we hauled to Delta. In the car, I immediately called a Delta plumber, of course. I had his number already in my phone, because the Delta house was an old house, and plumbing problems had often occurred previously. I said, “Hey, Kelly. I know you’re busy, but Delta City called me and said I have a major leak, but I’m not in town right now. Could you please go over to my place and check it out ASAP? I’ll be there in 3 hours. Mom has a key to my house, so I’ll call her and have her unlock my door. Feel free to go in and out as you need to. Whatever you think needs to be done, go ahead and do it.” I wasn’t worried on my drive from Ogden to Delta. I was confident the problem would be properly dealt with.
When I pulled up to the Delta house, the plumbing crew was already working on fixing the problem. And Mom was sitting on my front porch supervising them. I love small towns.
