November
2006
What, me worry?
Four a.m. in the morning,
Carried away by a moonlight shadow…
.. or more likely, having a bad case of insomnia. I went to the bathroom where I heard a constant, rather vigorous dripping sound. Mind you, not that kind of dripping sound. I investigated around a bit, concluded that some neighbor was having an insomnia too and taking a shower and went to sleep.
In the morning, when I visited the bathroom, the sound was still there and when I looked at the water meter I saw that it was registering some usage - therefore the dripping appeared to come from our pipes. Which are old and less reliable than a Ford Pinto. After five owners. All of them angry teenagers with a tendency to get chased by the police. You get the idea.
So I sighed and tried to get myself accustomed to the idea that we HAVE to find a plumber. We’ve been postponing this for a few years now, because there was a permanent shortage of either
a.money or
b. plumbers
Then I got all angsty over the fact that it’s winter, and the plumber will have to break the whole wall to replace the pipes, and the house will be cold and since Betty’s wedding made a big hole in our budget, we won’t be able to buy new tiles to fix the bathroom and we’ll have to leave the bathroom it it’s no-wall / no tiles state and move to my moms house until spring and that will SUCK.
….And then I saw the shower which wasn’t closed properly the evening before and dripped the whole night producing that damn sound.
Lately, insomnia is my best friend. It’s okay. I am getting a lot done around here. Except for fixing my leaky kitchen sink.
I have yet to befriend insomnia, as we’ve just been introduced to each other. For now, when we meet, I either stare at the walls in the dark or go internet surfing until I feel sleepy enough.
I am so happy that you don’t need plumbers, or holes in your walls, or anything else unpleasant/expensive like that. I’m also happy that I’m not the only one who comes up with wild, unprovoked conclusions from weird sounds in the middle of the night.
At least you know the source of those unusual sounds is Zoe, not the plumbing