When I first started this Blog, I thought I would have a lot of adventures to write about. What I discovered is that as I matured in retirement and advanced into old age, there were more symptoms than adventures to be shared.
One of the first ones I noticed about two month ago is one that I shall call the first D. I discovered the first D when I awoke from a deep sleep only to discover that my pillow was wet and that my mouth was dry. I did not give it much thought until latter in the evening as I was reading a W.E.B Griffin novel and drinking a small glass of scotch that there was moisture on the counter top in the kitchen where I held the book in place. Since the moisture did not look like scotch, I wasn’t really too concerned.
The next D I discovered was rather unpleasant. If there are any young readers out there or people with upset stomachs, they should probably stop reading and return to their sitcoms. I found out that after I was finished peeing and had zipped my self up, that my pant leg was damp. This has continued with some frequency over the past period of time.
Now I will reveal what the D & D stand for. Drool and Drip.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The Leak
The Leak
All of you who are living and breathing know about the oil leak in the gulf. The head of BP recently said that it was an act of God and that they were not responsible: however, they set aside 20 Billion dollars for the “poor people” who were damaged.
Well, none of you kind people know about the leak in my kitchen. But now you shall.
This past Sunday my wife and I were having our pre lunch cocktail when my wife yelled” There is water running all over the kitchen tabletop and onto the floor.” Probably from the dishwasher valve she said. On further examination I discovered that it was coming from the faucet that the Culligan soft water people had installed several years ago. Having seen the TV and newspaper articles on the gulf spill, we decided that if we could not stop it, we could at least contain it.
We got all of our containment towels into action. Barbara would mop up and I would run the dryer to get rid of the water. I had seen on TV that hair could be thrown into the mess to help sop up the leak. Well, I am very bald so that did not seem like an option until I had a clever thought. I had several toupees left over form my working days, so I chipped them up and threw them at the sink. No Luck!
Well, this was becoming an emergency. I decided that I better call Culligan and see if they could help. There answering machine advised me that their main troubleshooter was engaged in a sailboat race at Lake Tahoe and would not be back to work for a week.
Now, we were up to our ankles in water so I decided some drastic action was needed. I called a local plummer who advertised that they took emergency calls seven days a week. The guy told me that he was not familiar with the Culligan system but that he would come over and look things over for $250.00 with no guarantees that he could help.
Not that I’m cheap, but that amount would seriously diminish my scotch budget. I looked under the sink and found two cut-off valves that stopped the flow of water just before it hit the Florida beaches. Maybe BP could learn from my experience.
All of you who are living and breathing know about the oil leak in the gulf. The head of BP recently said that it was an act of God and that they were not responsible: however, they set aside 20 Billion dollars for the “poor people” who were damaged.
Well, none of you kind people know about the leak in my kitchen. But now you shall.
This past Sunday my wife and I were having our pre lunch cocktail when my wife yelled” There is water running all over the kitchen tabletop and onto the floor.” Probably from the dishwasher valve she said. On further examination I discovered that it was coming from the faucet that the Culligan soft water people had installed several years ago. Having seen the TV and newspaper articles on the gulf spill, we decided that if we could not stop it, we could at least contain it.
We got all of our containment towels into action. Barbara would mop up and I would run the dryer to get rid of the water. I had seen on TV that hair could be thrown into the mess to help sop up the leak. Well, I am very bald so that did not seem like an option until I had a clever thought. I had several toupees left over form my working days, so I chipped them up and threw them at the sink. No Luck!
Well, this was becoming an emergency. I decided that I better call Culligan and see if they could help. There answering machine advised me that their main troubleshooter was engaged in a sailboat race at Lake Tahoe and would not be back to work for a week.
Now, we were up to our ankles in water so I decided some drastic action was needed. I called a local plummer who advertised that they took emergency calls seven days a week. The guy told me that he was not familiar with the Culligan system but that he would come over and look things over for $250.00 with no guarantees that he could help.
Not that I’m cheap, but that amount would seriously diminish my scotch budget. I looked under the sink and found two cut-off valves that stopped the flow of water just before it hit the Florida beaches. Maybe BP could learn from my experience.
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