Early Flooding in January

There is an old W. C. Field routine in the movie, It’s a Gift, in which Mr. Muckle almost destroys Harold Bissonette’s store. Mr. Muckle orders a pack of gum, and after Bissonette wraps the gum, we have this exchange:

Harold Bissonette: Here’s your chewing gum. Five cents, please.
Mr. Muckle: I’m not going to lug that with me. Send it!

It’s a dry year in Colfax. We’ve only had 7.8 inches of rain this season, but have managed a flood.

Ruth doesn’t like our shower head, a splendid device that delivers “droplets like a warm spring rain.” Alas, it doesn’t produce droplets where she wants them. My solution was to add a second swivel.

Last night, Ruth took her shower, and I received no glad tidings about the new appointments to the shower. I am a morning person and noticed the nozzle seemed lackluster at best. Later, Ruth found puddles of water on the basement floor. A quick assessment revealed water went from the upstairs into a closet on the main floor, and down to the basement.

Being quick off the mark I mentally diagnosed the problem: the cheep little bendy tube had cracked at the threads in the wall. I removed the head and bendy tube, and sure enough, as the picture shows, we were flooding the inside wall.

This meant soaking up the water with an abundance of old towels normally used to wash cars. Because our cars think we have died, I am sure the towels were happy to be called into service. To alleviate any concern some of you may have concerning sheetrock damage, we have a lath and plaster house. In the meantime, we’ll be showering on the main floor until the Amazon Prime delivery on Thursday.

“I’m not going to lug that with me. Send it!”