“Mom, there's water in my room.” Not the words I wanted to hear. My first thought – the basement is flooded. My furniture!
Fortunately for the furniture it was only flooding around the boat — I'm sure there's a metaphor in this or maybe an analogy. I never get those right.
Moving on. The boat is in the flooded part of the basement along with the water heater. I started to write HOT water heater – but isn't HOT implied in the heater part? I deduced that the water heater was history by the pool of warm water surrounding it. I know, amazing that I figured it out.
Paige and I spent the evening draining the tank, sucking up water and moving fans around. Exciting, I know. V was at work, so he missed out on all the waterworld adventures. Poor guy.
No hot water. None. Not a drop. Not even warm, just cold. Very cold. Thank goodness I'd taken a shower just before the death of the water heater.
I washed dishes by heating water on the stove — just call me Laura Ingalls. Other than that, it was cold water for everything. Hair, face, you name it. Cold water.
Monday, a holiday, I might add, we headed out to get a new water heater. Just what I wanted. I was jumping with excitement. No. I wasn't. I hate spending money on silly stuff like water heaters. Just think of all the cute clothes I could've bought with that money. Or sandals. purses. I could go on, but I'm just making myself sad.
I figured you just put the thing in and attached some hoses. Apparently there is much more to this water heater installation. In fact, there were parts that involved a torch. I didn't get to do those parts. I did the ‘hold the light' stuff and the occasional ‘hand me the pliers, screwdriver, or icky stuff.' I think I would be great with the torch thingie, but V just wasn't so sure.
After a couple of bumps in the roads (aka leaks) he got it all set up and we had hot water again.
Life is good.