HIGH COUNTRY MEADOW

THE DRIP

Okay, we had a faucet that was dripping, then it started running. Finally, I was totally fed up and called a plumber. I didn't want to call this company because they had been pretty costly before, but, hey, it was a faucet. There was no turn-off valve under the sink and so the main valve was closed.

The faucet was too old to fix - a new sink would be cheaper - so he put in a shut off under that sink. Then he went downstairs to turn the water back on . . . and, golly gee, he couldn't shut the valve off completely. Other plumbers had done it - other plumbers from his own company. But now he said the water department had to be called and the total bill would be $700.

We are pretty not happy in the High Meadow Cave house but we are going to put it behind us and learn from it. And we arealso going to forget . . . we are going to forget the number of that plumbing company - forever and ever.

Jake may write a country/western song about this: I was tapped out by a dripping tap and my wallet tapped by a drip. Or something like that. Oh, someone already wrote a song about this:
I think it is "Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song."

We will sit around the campfire here and sing, and drink Diet Coke and put marshmallows named plumber on our roasting sticks.

posted by Jody @ 1:35 PM