Thursday, October 8, 2009

Oct. 6, 2009

Wake up headache-free; always a plus. In the mood to do something constructive today, so decided to try to fix the hot-water line to the garage. Head downtown to a hardware store, but no plumbing equipment. Referred to a Home-Depot-like store about a 5 minute ride down the road. Walk around the store, humoring myself that if I stare at the aisle signs long enough, they will morph into English. Ask an employee, and spend a half hour finding the right fittings/piping for this little project. Confident I have a workable assortment of gadgets, I pay and head back to the house. Something's a bit off here... Yes. Measured the diameter of the wrong pipe. Head back to the store. They don't have the same parts in for the smaller pipe gauge. Spend a half hour collecting a new assortment of fittings and tube that should work. Head back to the house, immerse my hands once again in the freezing-cold mud around the broken pipe. One end fits tight, put the other end on. Hot water it delivers, but the rusted pipe end leaks a bit too much to ignore. Fiddle around with it for a while longer, hands now being scalded in the hot water mud around the broken pipe. No progress made, so I cut my losses and head in for dinner. Not a bad try methinks armed with only a pocket knife, teflon tape, and a dish towel. Kjartan's father knows plumbing and can hopefully make his way over and come up with a slightly-less-shitty fix. Draw and relax with Isidora for the rest of the night.

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