I had lots to log about the past few days, but it all seems to have dried up when I sat down. A lot went on, of course – Sean’s mother’s funeral, a few trips to NY to touch base with some old friends, a story or two written, etc. The temperature is downright balmy these days, and the greenish-brown grass is poking through the snow. I’m sure it won’t last, but this little bubble in the cold winter is wonderful.
I don’t remember if I told you about the pipes bursting or not. We had gotten back from the funeral, quite drunk (mom says we shouldn’t continue the Irish stereotype, but I don’t understand why not. It’s fun), and while I was going to the bathroom I heard ice move through the pipes, followed by the sound of running water. Never good. We got the floorboards in the kitchen up, and Anastasia crawled under the floor to see what the problem was. We tried to fix the pipe with duct tape, etc. but it was a no go. I finally just shut the water off to the whole house (because there are no appropriate shut-off valves) and went to bed.
The next day Anastasia showed her stuff. She cut the pipe at the break and soldered on a valve cap to the end of the pipe. No more leak, but no more washing machine or dishwasher, either. This leaves us with 1.5 out of 4 appliances working (the .5 is because the stovetop is working, but not the oven).
The moral of the story, don’t buy a house unless a) it was made 6 months ago or b) you’re stupid.