Watching the great hose swap, and grinning with pride
What did we do before cable? This evening, I was able to tune in to the “Two Hour Crack Confession Special” on CITY-TV and live the excitement along with millions of others. A defining moment in broadcast history. Pity about the political side of things. As the announcer said (over and over again, in a very hopeful tone) “More to come!”… there wasn’t.
Back in my universe, I’ve been counting the hours until I could install those new washing machine water hoses that were on the list early Sunday morning. I mean, I could have a flood, at any moment. That’s no longer a worry. With my best “here’s how you do this” voice, I coached son #3 through his first (ever) home plumbing job. The ticking (dripping) time bomb, disarmed with only a pair of vise-grips and a bucket.
Truth be told, I’m physically larger than my progeny. Fitting into that squeeze space is better done by those who haven’t indulged for decades (although skinny plumbers are supposedly rare). Anyhow, there were no leaks detected and I can mark the job as complete. Someone has texted to inquire if the dishwasher has a similar risk (of imminent “pour on the floor”. I don’t think so. I hope not. I’ll check. Etc.
Three senators have been voted off the island, including the one that represents the Island. No trial, just peer justice. Sound so modern. Not at all vindictive. Right! The bible says “Judge not lest ye be judged“. I hope so. With a crowd that mob-minded, there are bound to be other irregularities (waiting to be uncovered).
