I called my mom to wish her a happy birthday and see how her day was. She had a very busy day and told me all about it. I last spoke with her a couple of days ago but our call was cut short when she informed me,"The cabinet under the sink is flooding! Gotta go!"
So, today she filled me in. The metallic pipe under the sink had corroded to the point that it finally formed a hole. My mom had the kitchen redone probably within the past 10 years. Why she didn't have PVC pipe under there is beyond me. Sometimes, it's easier not to question. So, she tells me that my dad (stepdad actually but whatever...that's for another time) started telling her all sorts of things to do. "Get a bucket! Put a bucket underneath." This, of course, was after she had turned the water off.
My mom told him to shut it. "What good is a bucket if the cabinet is already flooded? Do you want me to put a bucket in the middle of all that water? Doesn't it make more sense for me to get rid of the water first?" At times, I think my dad enjoys getting her all flustered.
After my mom had pretty much sopped up all the water, she tells my dad that she wants to call their handyman to fix it. What? And not let my dad do it? Never!!
See, when my dad was in better health, he could do all this type of stuff, a regular macho man's man. I know he worked as an electrician and did other types of construction. He travelled all over the world doing these jobs. He and my mom ran a locksmith shop while I was growing up; he was a locksmith and she handled the business side of it. He's got a garage full of gadgets and gidgets and tools and...and....junk! They can't park in the garage; there's no room!!
The problem is, in the past few years his health has deteriorated pretty badly. He doesn't have the strength he used to have; he can barely walk and I am sure he hates that. So, back to the leaky pipe. He started telling my mom that he can fix it. It's not that big of a deal; he's got the tools in the garage, etc. She tries to tell him that he cannot do it-physically it is no longer a possibility.
"You'd have to get down on the floor! How are you going to get back up?"
"Well, maybe you can help me."
(My mom is just a bit taller than me, which is not saying much and my dad, even in ailing health, is still 6 feet and close to 200lbs. Can you see my mom getting him up off the floor??)
So, my mom tells him that if he'll get the tools and tell her what needs to be done, she'll do it. So, he gets the tools. And the pipe doesn't budge. So, he gets down there and tries it. Nope. Nada. Nothing. Mom tries again. Nope. I wish I could have been there to see this spectacle.
Finally, Mom calls the handyman. He comes right over. While my dad starts telling him that the pipe is brittle and needs to be soldered and it's going to break and so on, Mr. Handyman gets my dad's tools, and pop, the pipe comes right off and the new PVC pipe goes right in. Voila! Fixed in about 5 minutes. I have no idea how long he and my mom tried to get that pipe off, or how long it took my dad to just get up again. Sometimes, it's better to just call in the professionals.