It’s been since Thursday night: the pipes are still frozen. We are pretty convinced that it’s the main somewhere beyond where it comes through the wall. Not the best of weekends but tolerable.
Sort of like camping in the desert you really have to start thinking about water. All of a sudden things like wiping a counter begin to have a luxurious allure. One of the most McGuyver-y things we did was scoop up stock pots full of the of clean snow in the back yard, melt it down on the stove, fill the toilet tank, and continue to have indoor plumbing.
The boy in the bubble enclosure I made at the front of the basement to keep the heat surrounding the wall in question worked. That is, if by “worked” we mean it created a nice little sweat lodge you could retreat down to every few minutes to impatiently test the tap by the meter. It was sort of the watched pot or the woman waiting for labor or the I-think-you-get-the-metaphor syndrome. But if by “worked” we mean if unfroze the pipes then, no it didn’t.
The plan is if we have no movement by tomorrow morning I will call in the experts [read: plumbers]. Not exactly sure what knowledge or help they will provide but I hope it something. There are a bunch of plumber questions that I need answered anyway then why not strike…well…while the iron is cold?
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