When I [del] was railroaded into doing[/del] volunteered for today’s MMP, I said that with the plans for the weekend involving working on the new house to convert it into a proper VunderLair, that I’d probably have a good story or two to tell. Saturday didn’t disappoint me in that regard.
The Former Denizen[sup]tm[/sup] was there when we got there, loading more stuff of his from the outbuildings. Taters and Spats, y’all are going to be disappointed to hear that the antler collection is gone. He did leave me two wild turkey fans, and I ain’t giving them up 'cuz they’re waaaaaaay cool. He’s down to a car, a ratty old van, 2 even rattier travel trailers, and huge freestanding hunting blind as the last things to go. He has until Friday.
Saturday was the day designated to finish prepping the house to paint, and therein lies the actual story for today. As part of the makeover, we’re scavenging the wainscoting from the kitchen, and the last to go was behind the refrigerator. VWife and I pulled it out, and immediately the water connection for the icemaker started dripping. A little fiddling and a twist of the connectors with my ever present channellock pliers, and the dripping stops. I told her to not move the fridge, and went back to what I was doing at the other end of the joint.
A few minutes later, I hear a panicked shout of “Dad, come here now! I REALLY screwed up!” Seems that Mrs. Right (first name Always) took it upon herself to move the fridge yet again, and there was now a geyser in my kitchen. I found the shutoff, which didn’t do the job completely, and took out the broken piece of tubing, which was really part of the refrigerator, not the plumbing that supplied it. Great. How in hell am I going to find this specific part on the middle of nowhere 25 miles from the nearest Lowe’s or WallyWorld?
There is a Mom and Pop hardware store about 8 miles away, so off I went. I held up my water connection to ask where they had any more of them, and was promptly laughed at. Dammit, Jim! I’m an engineer, not a plumber, and I have to save the life of my icemaker before it’s supply line bleeds all over my floor! Back to the plumbing supplies I go, with one of the store clerks. As an aside, this particular lady sure as hell sounded like she was raised in the Louisiana Bayou, not the Great Dismal Swamp. Sweet as pie, nonetheless.
We found a hose that fit the wide end of my connection, and 2 levels of reducing couplings that fit it to the supply line. Throw in a roll of Teflon pipethread tape, and I was back in business. I got back home and put my contraption on, which worked without a single drip. After everything was connected and working was when I caught hell. “You would have to use a washing machine connector just to rub it in, wouldn’t you? Five feet of braided hose to replace a 6 inch copper tube?”
I can’t win.
In other news, Maddy the VunderDog is having a blast running through the cotton field that surrounds my little acre of heaven. She gets in about 50 feet into the rows, and all I see are those little bat ears of hers moving like dorsal fins in a sea of green…