BigAl
Gone But Not Forgotten
I have decided to do a little day by day update of my home repair as I prepare to move ...
So today the people came over, took one look , and decided that they want my place in California Asap. Thats Great !! One less headache ! I tell them before I sell it I will go through and fix or repair any thing that needs repair .
So I make my list and it keeps getting longer and longer ......
I decide to fix the old shop up first . New paint inside and out , repaint the floors , and fix the busted water line . Now I have not use the shop bathroom in 8 years or more . Its a full bath with a tub/shower .
I go to Home depot and get my plumbing repair parts/ paint and what ever else I can think of .
The repair of the leak is a simple one and I turn on the water . Water starts spraying like a fire spinkler system inside the shop and water starts coming out from under the tub/shower unit .
Crap !!! Crap ! Crap ! This is not good but I got no one to blame but myself for not blowing out the water lines before shutting down the heat before winter hit . So I start fixing all the leaks that are easy . 8 leak repairs later I am getting close . I have to cut a hole through the back side of the wood shop area to gain access to the shower valves.
There it is !!My last leak and with the little woman holding the flashlite I can get to it and resolder the joint .
Everything is going well until a little spider jumps out of the opening and lands on my head . Its a very little spider . My wife is holding a 5 cell mag lite like the cops use to carry . Heavy as hell . Anyway she lets out a scream and hits me on the head with the fickin Flashlite .
I yell " What the Hell " and forgeting I have the torch going in the little opening burn the crap out of my little finger on my hand that is holding the solder .
She is yelling "Kill it" "Kill It" swinging that flashlite and I have no idea what the hell is going on . The little spider decides it best to moved on and my little pinkie is blistered . Head and back have a couple of lumps too .
Then my wife uses the universal words that all women use when they do strange things . She smiles and says " I'm sorry"
The wife decided she needed to go shopping and I am typing this with my blistered finger submerged in a glass of Dr. Rum .The whole end of it is numb !
I can hardly wait to see what happens tomorrow
So today the people came over, took one look , and decided that they want my place in California Asap. Thats Great !! One less headache ! I tell them before I sell it I will go through and fix or repair any thing that needs repair .
So I make my list and it keeps getting longer and longer ......
I decide to fix the old shop up first . New paint inside and out , repaint the floors , and fix the busted water line . Now I have not use the shop bathroom in 8 years or more . Its a full bath with a tub/shower .
I go to Home depot and get my plumbing repair parts/ paint and what ever else I can think of .
The repair of the leak is a simple one and I turn on the water . Water starts spraying like a fire spinkler system inside the shop and water starts coming out from under the tub/shower unit .
Crap !!! Crap ! Crap ! This is not good but I got no one to blame but myself for not blowing out the water lines before shutting down the heat before winter hit . So I start fixing all the leaks that are easy . 8 leak repairs later I am getting close . I have to cut a hole through the back side of the wood shop area to gain access to the shower valves.
There it is !!My last leak and with the little woman holding the flashlite I can get to it and resolder the joint .
Everything is going well until a little spider jumps out of the opening and lands on my head . Its a very little spider . My wife is holding a 5 cell mag lite like the cops use to carry . Heavy as hell . Anyway she lets out a scream and hits me on the head with the fickin Flashlite .
I yell " What the Hell " and forgeting I have the torch going in the little opening burn the crap out of my little finger on my hand that is holding the solder .
She is yelling "Kill it" "Kill It" swinging that flashlite and I have no idea what the hell is going on . The little spider decides it best to moved on and my little pinkie is blistered . Head and back have a couple of lumps too .
Then my wife uses the universal words that all women use when they do strange things . She smiles and says " I'm sorry"
The wife decided she needed to go shopping and I am typing this with my blistered finger submerged in a glass of Dr. Rum .The whole end of it is numb !
I can hardly wait to see what happens tomorrow
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