Last call …
Nov. 22, 2016
Last call …
Nov. 22, 2016
Only a month-and-a-half behind schedule, spring done finally sprung. And only a week before Mother’s Day. So we provide photographic proof. Behold:
When there is a sustained freeze in Cuyahoga Falls, water seeping into the stone walls of the gorge along the mighty Cuyahoga River creates these cool ice formations. And when they get thick enough, they start to take on a bluish hue. There’s a scientific explanation for this phenomenon, having to do with how sunlight refracts with the ice (water) molecules, the same principal behind why deep ocean water looks blue.
I shot this about 4 p.m. Thursday from a lookover bridge off Front Street with my little ol’ Droid Mini.
The ice was just beginning to melt yesterday, and when a chunk dropped into the river, it made a spectacular crackle that resonated throughout the gorge. A photog sharing the overlook (sporting a DSLR camera) said the sound is even more impressive along the nearby walkway that descends into the gorge. I didn’t have time to explore further then, but maybe I’ll return before it all melts away. And I’ll take my DSLR next time.
This tale of plumbing woe is fraught with woulda- coulda- shouldas. Alas, it was not to be. And so I have a basement with soggy carpeting, soggy insulation and soggy not-so-drywall. This is yet another chapter in the saga of my hate-hate relationship with the plumbing in my house. Not familiar with the history? Curious? Follow the bread crumbs here.
Long story short: We had a well-publicized spell of unusually cold weather with temps dipping into the sub-zero teens and wind chills south of 30 below. I thought to leave my faucets on a slow drip overnight Monday but, oops, forgot.
Of course the pipes on my outer walls froze, meaning no water in the kitchen.
After a day of ventilating warm air behind the walls, I managed to get cold water restored to the kitchen sink, but hot water stayed stubbornly blocked.
So I was hopeful (delusional?) that the situation would resolve itself once things thawed out Wednesday.
I was wrong.
Stepped out briefly to get a newspaper (old habits die hard) and when I got back I heard an all-too-familiar sound of trickling water. Good thing I was around to shut off the water supply or the whole basement, which is finished, would have been flooded. Pool table and all. As it was, I still vacuumed up about 10 gallons of water.
Plumber is coming Friday a.m. because, although I have some plumbing capability, installing and soldering pipe is not in my toolbox (yet). Today I tore out the drywall, guesstimating the source of the leak. It took two tries, but at least I didn’t have to tear out the entire wall. My drywall installation skills are rather limited as well. Repairs? Check. Spackle? Check. Paint? Check. Install entire walls? Eh, not so much.
The culprit was a pipe joint leading to the outside spigot. It simply came loose. Looks like it wasn’t even soldered! Well, having fixed plenty of other half-assed “upgrades” from previous occupants, I’m not surprised.
Anyway, below is the photographic evidence of my latest plumbing travail.
This photo doesn’t do the colors justice.