I started out yesterday with great ambition, up at 6 AM even though I had the day off, on the treadmill for my usual half hour, and onto the shower. Although this sounds relatively simple, it is not something I took for granted since the septic system in the house backed up on Wednesday and no one could either take a shower or flush the toilet. After the plumber came on Thursday and fished a washcloth out of the main drain, we still had issues with the downstairs ceiling. My son said it had dripped steadily all day and both the men in the house determined that we had a broken pipe caused by the backup. My sixth sense about water came in handy immediately, as I announced over dinner that I was certain the drip was being caused by a dam of water just on the other side of the drywall, and I would prove my theory. Fortified with food and spirit we trudged downstairs as a group and stared at the ceiling for a moment, then I went into action. I took the drill out of my rolling workbench, found the extension cord and while the men folks stood at a safe distance and waited for me to electrocute myself, I drilled a quick hole in the ceiling and ducked. A sigh of relief exploded from the men as water flowed like Niagara into the waiting bucket. Looking around at their shocked faces and hearing no congratulatory exclamation, I announced to one and all. “See, I am a genius.” What followed was mostly silence as they each though in their hearts that I was one lucky idiot. I am of course, but I choose to believe that luck favors those who do not consider failure an option. I have no excuse for the idiocy except I think it’s hereditary. Sorry kids.
HAR! sounds like something i would do! i wonder why ;)
ReplyDeleteWhen in doubt do something I always say. Easier to get forgivness than permission, which I have proven over and over.
ReplyDeleteI totally would do that. And you're right, it is an inherited trait, because I would probably have my Dad on the other end of the phone telling me to go ahead and do it.
ReplyDeleteMy to do list never includes any item with the word "fix".
ReplyDeleteWG I inherited all my assorted mechanical skills from my Dad as well as his propensity for creative and dangerous projects. He lived to be 94 even though he ignored almost all medical advice and ate sausage, biscuits, eggs, and jam for breakfast every morning while suffering from congestive heart failure, coronary artery disease, and diabetes. A lucky idiot if I ever knew one.
ReplyDeleteMist, I live to fix things. It's a personality trait over which I have no control. Oh, and I love power tools, hee hee hee.