First, DAMN the contractor that though it was a good idea to put my kitchen pipes three friggin' inches away from my west wall. Yesterday my cold water pipe froze. I cursed it, I plead with it, and I kicked the cabinet door (that really didn't work). I even sacrificied my own little space heater that I use to keep my toes and bedroom warm, and it wouldn't thaw. I contemplated calling for help, but damn it, I had fixed this before. I held my yarn and self-soothed most of the afternoon, listening as I heard a pathetic drip . . . drip. Then I suffered through a constant dribbling of water until it finally started running again at 10pm. TEN AT NIGHT. Grrrr. Today my hot water pipe froze. I'm still attempting to thaw it. We will not go into the state of my sanity nor my knitting at this point.
Second, bless my clothes dryer. Nothing beats a piping hot bathrobe when you get out of the shower, especially when you are attempting to thaw pipes. Nothin'.
Third, red heat lamp bulbs are really scary looking after dark when they light up the two windows in your bunny barn. REALLY SCARY. They also have the effect of making me somewhat blind when I am in the barn. This is not a good thing. I will be replacing this bulb as soon as I can.
Finally, bless you "Biography" channel for your free preview on the weekend when you are running a Murder She Wrote and Poirot marathon. Bless you.
While I am not exactly appeased by the movies, they do help me cope with my frozen pipes. I'm going to go knit now, I'm still waiting for the drip . . . drip.
Labels: cold, frozen pipes
