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» Tuesday, January 28, 2003
The Sound of Dripping

We have water again, thank God. The hole in the pipe was barely an inch long. I ended up doing four loads of laundry, a load of dishes, washing two floors, the bathtub, all three toilets...urgh.

By the way, the demented contractor did not neglect to put a shutoff valve to the faucet in the backyard. The other demented contractor, the one who carved the old garage into a den, laundry room, 3/4 bath and furnace closet, took the knob off the shutoff valve and placed it behind the drywall. How simply stunningly stupid of him.

(Granted, the pipe break was at a point where the shutoff would have done no good. But still...)