plumbing

Plumbing Follies continues...
That kitchen sink, the bane of my life,
tried once again to lure a plumber.
I even called one, but just as I was
digging deep into my wallet
Eric called and offered to help:

 

 

Going under my house has become

a second home to us, all those tree

roots biting into your knees as you 

shuffle in the dark among the pools 

of leaked swamp water and there was 

the culprit...the dripping water pipe.

Of course the pipe was rusted tight

and I got the pleasure of using Eric's 

reciprocal saw or The Widow Maker

as it's more commonly known. 

Fortunately, the operation was a success
we installed a new eight foot section of pipe
and got out alive. I'm very thankful to Eric
for his help and in his honor, here's
the drawing of his alley that appears in
SAINT LEMONADE on page 38: