This is my post for #freewriters Friday prompt murmur of conversation hosted by @mariannewest
What a day this has been. A few days ago I noticed the floor in the laundry room was wet, not just wet but sopping wet. Several months ago, maybe even a year, my washing machine started leaking and we took it apart and found a hose had a hole in it. Now, my husband being who he is fixed it with a boat bilge pump hose, it was the same size as the hose that had the leak and it seemed to work. I thought it had sprung another leak.
We take the washing machine all apart. The front had to come off and the top with the dials. We plug it in and the hose did not leak but water came out of the drain hole, not a little water either.
My husband is convinced that the drain is clogged in the house, I think it is clogged where it drains into the woods, he tears out the wall and finds a PVC vent on one of the pipes, convinced that the vent is no longer working, he goes to Home Depot and buys another one. Guess what? It still will not let the water drain.
We do not own a snake, that is what they call the thing to unclog drains. So he said we have a coil of heavy cable but he will need to cut a piece off of it.
He had the cable on a board that was on a brick and I was holding it, except I got my finger between the brick and the board. Yes, it hurt. After all of that, it was not clogged where he thought it was clogged. We had taken the washer apart for nothing, bought a 12-dollar vent that we did not need, and hurt me by cutting the cable that we did not need. By this time any conversation that we are to have will be a murmur of conversation, you could say that I was unhappy.
I go outside to see if I can find where it drained into the woods, I find it and start digging, the pipe was underground and by now I know that this has to be the problem.
As I am trying to shovel around the pipe, I come down with the shovel and my hand hits a broken limb and jams a piece of it almost a 1/2 inch long into my finger, my husband had just enough sticking out to grab with the end of his knife and pull it out, it was the same finger that I hurt either.
My husband added a piece of pipe to the one that was underground to make it go downhill and drain better. Now the water runs through it with no problems. I am going to need to keep an eye on it before the next 15 years go by.
photos are mine
