![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Sick day/weekend update
Sep. 12th, 2006 11:14 pmFor the past few days I've played host to some sort of stomach/intestinal bug. Yesterday it made life miserable for me while at work and I decided to stay in today and allow my body to fight it off. Besides, being horizontal for an extended period does wonders.
This past weekend I finally tackled the major rework of the water supply at Château et Garage du Mécanicien Maniaque. 'Phase 1' is done, I replaced my undersized, leaking well tank with a nice, large, 86 gallon beauty that will allow for increased drawdown between pump cycles, making the pump and the entire system last longer and work more efficiently, and I have quite a bit more reserve water when the power goes out. It's a long time coming. 'Phase 2' will involve replacing the aging but not-yet-leaking water heater and relocating it to a cetral location in the basement under the stairs from it's current spot alongside the water tank and filters. No more waiting forever for hot water in the kitchen.
While testing, purging and calibrating the new setup, I had the unfortunate experience of having the short hose I use for this task coming out of the drain pipe and blasting me face-on with exceptionally cold well water not once but twice at different parts of the day. Completely soaked before I could shut it off. Not fun, but funny looking back on it. Today I was checking for leaks and putting the final touches on the system. A strainer drain valve was leaking, so I tightened it up. As it happens, I overmuscled it, snapping it completely off and, you guessed it, I was greeted with a full body shower once again. A change of clothes and another trip to the hardware store for the part, since I had no extras.
Since I had to be the master plumber this weekend, and Jeff had to work, our weekend was spent apart from one another. These extended periods by myself have been kinda rough on me of late. but I feel I need to have these quiet times to help cope with losing Mom. The silence is crushing at times. Often I wish the phone would ring so I'd have a diversion, but aside from Jeff, no one calls, and I am not the type to call people out of the blue. The fifth anniversary of 9/11 didnt help either, since it brought up it's own fair share of demons for me.
I am fresh from my evening shower. Unlike those three times in the basement, this dousing of water was hot, relaxing and refreshing. Time to hit the hay.
This past weekend I finally tackled the major rework of the water supply at Château et Garage du Mécanicien Maniaque. 'Phase 1' is done, I replaced my undersized, leaking well tank with a nice, large, 86 gallon beauty that will allow for increased drawdown between pump cycles, making the pump and the entire system last longer and work more efficiently, and I have quite a bit more reserve water when the power goes out. It's a long time coming. 'Phase 2' will involve replacing the aging but not-yet-leaking water heater and relocating it to a cetral location in the basement under the stairs from it's current spot alongside the water tank and filters. No more waiting forever for hot water in the kitchen.
While testing, purging and calibrating the new setup, I had the unfortunate experience of having the short hose I use for this task coming out of the drain pipe and blasting me face-on with exceptionally cold well water not once but twice at different parts of the day. Completely soaked before I could shut it off. Not fun, but funny looking back on it. Today I was checking for leaks and putting the final touches on the system. A strainer drain valve was leaking, so I tightened it up. As it happens, I overmuscled it, snapping it completely off and, you guessed it, I was greeted with a full body shower once again. A change of clothes and another trip to the hardware store for the part, since I had no extras.
Since I had to be the master plumber this weekend, and Jeff had to work, our weekend was spent apart from one another. These extended periods by myself have been kinda rough on me of late. but I feel I need to have these quiet times to help cope with losing Mom. The silence is crushing at times. Often I wish the phone would ring so I'd have a diversion, but aside from Jeff, no one calls, and I am not the type to call people out of the blue. The fifth anniversary of 9/11 didnt help either, since it brought up it's own fair share of demons for me.
I am fresh from my evening shower. Unlike those three times in the basement, this dousing of water was hot, relaxing and refreshing. Time to hit the hay.
