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| Resident Armed Liberal ![]() | Merry Christmas, everyone
It's 11:00 PM California time. I'm sitting here slightly cross-eyed, with a beer in one hand. Rest of the family went to my mother-in-law's this afternoon to do Christmas eve and morning. I was going to follow, but wound up crawling under the house again instead. Part of my place is 65 years old, and the original plumbing was galvanized pipes. Over the years and the remodels, it's turned into a rat's nest of rotted stubbed-off lines, duplicated lines, pvc here and copper there, etc. To add to the fun, its crawl space is only called that by courtesy; anytime I want to head somewhere new I have a choice of either putting a new hatch in the floor, or shoveling ahead of myself with a trenching spade. Anyway, I've been remodeling the back bath, and when you wiggle old pipes, things happen. So I've gone all thru the house chasing rotted pipe. Thought I had it all straightened out, but when I started to close up the hatch in the pantry this afternoon, I smelled natural gas. The pantry used to be part of the dining room. Before that it was part of the back porch (which got swallowed up long ago). Apparently once upon a time there was a water heater there, and the old stubbed-out water lines and gas pipes were still there, under the dirt that's under the floor. The pipes are all gone now, and the hatchway is framed in so that I can use it in the future. I finished early enough to have cleaned up and followed the family, but I was out of ambition. So I've been sitting here drinking beer and playing Stronghold Crusader. I've killed enough Arabs and Franks to populate a small city, I've knocked off more than a few beers too, and it's actually been kind of peaceful. My idiot German Shepherd had pried a siding board loose at the hole in the back bathroom's wall and was happily curled up in the dirty laundry when I went back to throw my coveralls in the washer, but that's minor. I'm going thru the shower and into bed, and I'll be at Grandma's early enough to catch everyone opening their presents. And since I'm off Monday, we're going to tote five Mosin Nagants and a can of brass-cased, soft-core Albanian surplus into the hills and start singing, "the hills are alive with the sound of Mosins... Merry Christmas, y'all. Last edited by troy2000; 12-25-2005 at 02:32 AM. |
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| Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: San Juan, Puerto Rico
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:guitar: :guitar: :guitar: :guitar: :guitar: Merry xmas troy :guitar: :guitar: :guitar: :guitar: :guitar:
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