It is 1628 and at this very moment I have a plumber in my attic. There were two copper pipes rubbing onto one another and it created a pin hole that began to drip water. Every time we used the hot water the tubes would vibrate and it leaked, and leaked until our garage was getting dripped on, creating tiny streams the tumbled down and towards the garage door. The water damage to the dry walled ceiling is stained an ugly shade of brownish nicotine color, as if the roof of our lodge smoked cigarettes or cigars or those beautiful pipes the old people smoke.
I touched one and many of the walls in the immediate area of our lodge affected by the leak. I prayed and I thanked the Great One for keeping this leak contained to the general area of the drip. I did touch the ceiling in my garage and felt that the water was cold. It felt cold to the touch because of the amount of time it sat there in the wood and dry wall, being absorbed like a sponge soaking up this precious liquid until it couldn't hold anymore.
We found out late last night that the source of leak was actually from hot water and water heater, so we were forced to turn off the water heater, which in turn also turned off our range/oven/stove. It is the same breaker in the fuse box, en'it? No shower and no hot breakfast this morning...
...I will confirm this though, it is true when a person says, "you don't know how good you've got things until a thing or two is removed from your day to day". Damn it, it's true. All I want right now is some cold clear ice water to soothe this thirst and or maybe a nice tall glass or three of some Southern Iced Tea with lemon.
And oh, wouldn't it be fantastic to take a shower right now? The perspiration, sweating, and the misting on my skull is a combination of Meniere's symptoms and this gorgeous hot Florida Spring we're having.
That, and this pressure that bubbles over between these two ears of mine.
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