Monday, July 07, 2014

Running

I was in the bathroom and heard water running. The laundry room is right above the bathroom and the washing machine was running so I didn't think much of it.

An hour or two later, I was in the bathroom and I still heard the water running but there was another load of laundry being done only thins time when I figured that it was the washing machine, I heard a voice ask, "Then how come you have never heard that before. You have been in the bathroom lots of time with the washing machine going."

And that is when I said, "Fuck."

I went to the basement, which wasn't too flooded but there was certainly water gushing from a place that it should have been gushing from.

I did a quick inventory of what I had in the house for fixing leaking water pipes, the pipe in question was a 3/4 inch copper pipe that for some reason was hooked up to an iron pipe. I worried that I didn't have any copper caps left but I knew that I had a value that would fit.

I shut the water off to the whole house.

While I was looking for the value, I found one last 3/4 inch cap, which I almost kissed.

With the water off, I got a better look at it and damned if I knew where that iron pipe went but it was full of corrosion. I cut the union off from the copper pipe and soldiered on the cap and then turned the water back on.

The cap held and the leak was fixed but then I heard a drip.

Drips after a leak are not uncommon because everything is still wet and wet stuff drips but then it dripped again, and this time I saw it. It dripped right from the middle of a corroding piece of copper pipe that I knew dripped from time to time but I just never fixed it because if I had fixed that one piece, I would have to fix a lot of other pieces that were also corroding or just no longer went anywhere or made so many junctions that it was just ridiculous.

I watched it drip again and decided that it could wait until the next day.

The next day, I looked through my plumbing supplies and I felt that I had enough copper pipe (about 30'), and copper t-joints & connectors and flux but that I needed some elbows and solder.

The area connects a bathroom which has five pipes leading into it and feeds the second floor & third floors and the front of the house where the kitchen and in-law apartment are located, so there are four sets of hot and cold lines and then another cold line for the toilet, all meeting under and around the main sewer line.

It took about six hours to get the cold water back on and then another two for the hot water. I wanted the cold water first so that the toilets could be flushed. And I put some shut off valves in locations that made sense so if anyone every has to work in that area again they can shut off just the section that needs work and not ninety percent of the house.

I was nine inches short on copper pipe, which I could have reused from a cut out piece but I went and bought new copper pipe just so everything would be new.


Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Hey Blog. How are you?

I still have a lot to do but I am having trouble doing it.

It is not because the tasks are hard but because I have lost interest.

I cannot seem to will myself to do it.

It will probably cause me to be up longer than I need to be.

Suck it up, Buttercup.

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Math Doesn't Work


"Sometimes I love you more but I never love you less."

Full Color Black & White even though "Little Lie of Inches" is a better title

Full Color Black & White

It was about 1AM and too dark to keep the camera still enough, so I used a tripod and the shutter timer because pushing the shutter button can move the camera too much.

I have discussions sometimes as to the purity of photos. I prefer that you get your shots by waiting for that precise moment when you are at the precise angle when the lighting is precise but that doesn't happen to often.


I was sent this photo of these three sisters and asked to resize it.

It is crooked.

I always try to look for horizontal and vertical lines when I am taking a photo and I try to make certain my camera is plumb to those straight lines. Sometimes, in the moment, I forget.

But also there is a void, a space, between two sisters that doesn't need to be there.

So, I rewrote the photo a little so that it would tell a better story.


So shoot me. It is against my pure photo taking beliefs but it is just a little lie of inches.

yeah, I forgot.

"Esqueço de quem me esqueceu."


That is Portuguese from http://p3rf3ctly-flaw3d.tumblr.com




Google translates it to be "I forget who forgot me."
It is interesting reading google translated pages; sometimes it is like poetry; sometimes the translation adds more weight to the original. Or something like that, I forget.


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

The strongest nine year old I know

I keep this in my second office.

It surprises me that it remains unopened.

Kind of a Big Deal

 

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

 

-Thich Nhat Hanh

When I first read that quote I did really read who it was attributed to, but I did read who it was the second time I read it and he was in Boston not too long ago. He is kind of a big deal.

Monday, December 09, 2013

Cars


She called me a hoarder and it is true I keep a lot of unnecessary stuff around but I think my problem is more about a lack of focus but she did get me to think about.

My thoughts took me to my books. I don't have thousands of books but I definitely  have hundreds of them and most of them are sitting in high stacks on top of my marble mantle.

I asked myself why I didn't put them away. My answer was because then I would never read them.

I didn't ask why I haven't packed up I ones I have read. But it did remind me that hoarders don't put things away because they want to see their stuff because they don't want it to go missing.

And then I asked myself, what of mine has gone missing. I answered rather quickly. It was my cars.

When I was little my uncle would usually give me a Matchbox car whenever he would visit. By the time I was seven I had a pretty good collection and then one day I could not find them, so I asked my mom.

She said that she had given them away because I never played with them anymore.

I said, "But they are mine."

She sad, "Well, we can't get them back."

I don't know how accurate that story is because it is remembered from a seven year old's mind but it is true in my heart.

I should ask her about it because I did grow up poor and maybe my parents sold them which still would be wrong but at least a little less callus.

Monday, December 02, 2013

"I know how I would that"

I sometimes think: "I know how I would post that" so sometimes things are posted just because I think it would make a "good" post and not so much because it is a reflection of my life.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

I hear there are more cats on the internet than porn


That is Vissini only it is spelled with z's. He like warm laundry.

That I is Huckleberry

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Pointed Toe

I almost bought a pair of cowboy boots with the American flag on them.

I truly do believe that they will make me happier.

But they are square toe.

Monday, November 18, 2013

The light switch in my bedroom was installed upside down so I have to turn it on to turn it off

I usually know it when I hit the bed.

I know that I will not be sleeping well. I know my brain will just not shut off. Sometimes, when it happens my brain will be actually racing here and there but other times it will be like a light on in an empty room.

I will say, "You are not doing anything so shut off," and the reply will be, "Nope."

Fucking brain.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Stop being stupid

The guy was wearing a glove on his left hand as he drank his draft beer. He did have a glove for the right hand and he was wearing it earlier but then took it off, so only his drinking hand was gloved.

He wouldn't let go of his beer.

It was mostly regulars at the bar and the guy was butting into any conversation that he could.

He was figdeting with his gloved hand and I found him slightly ridiculous because the beers are not that cold and there is no reason to keep a tight hold of it. I laughed.

My friend asked what I found so funny. The guy would have heard me so I typed a note on my iPod and handed it to her and the guy strained his neck to look over her shoulder at my iPod.

I said, "Dude, it's a private message."

He just shrugged his shoulders.

After the guy left she said that he said that I was an asshole.

"Sometimes, I am an asshole but I wasn't being an asshole to that guy. He should mind his own business."

I slightly regretted that I actually didn't try to be more of an asshole.

...

I have been getting into arguments with myself regarding my stubbornness.

I was angry about something and an inner voice asked, "Well,  if you were them wouldn't you have done something similar?"

And instead of answering the question truthfully, my reply was, "Fuck you."

And that is when I wondered why I am so stubborn when I am being stupid.


Friday, November 15, 2013

Radiator Key

Half a day on Tuesday and the whole day on Wednesday were about all I could stand being in my house so on Thursday I got into the truck and drove.

The story gets a lot more boring after that so it will remain untold.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Flatbread




Cheese

Pepper and onion

Pepperoni

Tomato and fresh mozzarella