The Water Story
(This is a story I sent Lindsay about the Great Pipe Freeze of 2014)
I came home from work and learned the water wasn’t working in the kids’ bathroom–there was ice all around the bathtub drain as well. I called Dad and we agreed that putting some heat on the bathroom pipes and running the water would help thaw out the pipes. Within minutes we had water coming out of the bathtub faucet, which was great. Brandon went downstairs to get something and suddenly started yelling that there was water coming down from the ceiling in the living room.
I ran downstairs and water was pouring from the vent in the corner. So I ran into the kitchen and got the biggest pot I have. He had to stand on a chair and put it on top of the china cabinet. He said it was filling up too fast and he would need a bigger bucket. I scooped up a 5 gal paint bucket we had in garage and he put that on top the cabinet while I ran upstairs. The vent was directly under the bathtub so I figured all the water from the bathtub was draining downstairs.
***WARNING: I’m obviously not a plumber. Or someone who knows anything about where water in the house comes from********
So I grabbed a mixing bowl from the kitchen and started scooping the water out of the bathtub, yelling down from the balcony at Brandon as I ran, “Has the water stopped running?”
No. Of course not. Finally it dawned on me that it wasn’t coming from the tub. We had a burst pipe. I needed to shut off the water. Feeling ridiculous, I ran down to the basement and called Dad. By now Brandon was on his second 5 gallon bucket.
As Dad described the water main, I was imagining this giant wheel that I would have to turn, like we were on a submarine and we were all going down. “CAPTAIN NEMO!! THE NAUTILUS IS DOOMED! WE NEED MORE MEN ON THIS WHEEL!” It turned out to the this little blue knob. Pretty anticlimactic.
So the house survived my pots, tupperware lid and trips from the bathtub with my mixing bowl.