Saturday, January 17, 2009

plumbing beauty

Some days it is the simple things that one must be grateful for . . . the hum drum practicalities of life can be things of great beauty. Running water. A good plumber. Beautiful.
I learned that a portion of this house has old, hardy water pipes, while the other portion has new, copper pipes. And the combination of an exposed pipe plus these brutal temperatures proved to be a bit much. So I awoke to no water flow. Thankfully, I was able to get ahold of my plumber before opening hours, so that he bumped me up to top priority for the day. WIthin the hour, he had come, had located the problem, and had thawed the pipes before they had a chance to burst under the pressure. What could have been a major disaster was diverted, and future issues with the pipes were prevented.
And I am deeply grateful for the practical beauty of a faucet's flow.


tonkelu said...

Isn't it amazing, when you don't have something that you use all the time, how much you love it once it returns to you. Running water is one of those things. You don't realize how integral it is to convenient living until you don't have it.

I now appreciate the plumber comment more fully. ;)

Catherine Illian said...


I stumbled upon your blog-- and happen to be in Dalton until Saturday.. If you are still in the area, I would love to see you...

I have a little boy Jack that I would love for you to meet.