The past 24 hours on this ol' homestead have not been a piece of cake. Or even a crumb of a cookie.
There is only a very, very low crawl space underneath what was the original part of our house (it was a dumpy cabin really) when we bought it. Late yesterday afternoon, our dear daughter heard what sounded like a ticking or dripping coming from the area of the floor in our bedroom.
Well, turns out a joint fitting of one of our water pipes had loosened and was dripping. In the crawl space. Upon close inspection, we realized it had been leaking for quite a while. There was a small wading pool on top of the white plastic we'd used to cover the dirt floor in an effort to keep mold from forming in the crawl space. (Has worked well, too.)
We turned off the water, cut the pipe (had to take out a "T", too) and put a temporary cap on it. And crossed our fingers that it would hold. Then we turned the water back on and filled pots for washing, half gallon jars of drinking and cooking water, buckets for flushing the toilet, etc.
This morning began with a trip to the hardware store for supplies possibly needed.
Dear daughter went slithering into the crawl space with rags, turkey baster and a bucket to make a dry place for her dad to work after he spent some time at his work bench doing as much preliminary work as he could.
All of the following pictures are of poor quality, but it was the best I could get.
This is our daughter removing the water that had accumulated on top of the plastic.
Then she had to make her way back close enough to me at the opening to take the bucket and dump it. Back and forth we went.
That's me reaching into the opening to the crawl space to retrieve a bucket to take outside to dump.
Once that was done, and Papa Pea had girded his loins, in he crawled to do the repairs.
Then daughter went in to hand him things and lend moral support. What a sweetie she was. I stayed on the outside so I could be the go-fer for any additional supplies they needed.
My poor husband has always had trouble working over his head while on his back so this was no picnic for him. Fortunately, today he didn't get the bad headache and dizziness this position usually causes him. A much appreciated turn of events from the usual.
Our daughter cancelled a work day of her own to stay and help us through this unpleasant repair. I told her she should have known there would be days like this in her future when her dad had her helping lay block for a septic tank when she was nine years old. Truth to tell, she's always been right there to help with lots of yucky jobs that need to be done. I think we'll keep her.
A relief, needless to say, to have our water system back up and running. Flowing. And not leaking.
Just another quiet, fun-filled 24 hours on the homestead. Gak.
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