About a year ago I wrote a blog post about having a lady plumber in my home. I wrote about how great it was to work with a female trades-person. At the time I felt really grateful her. One year later I find myself grateful for my own plumbing skills. The story goes like this…
For a long while now my kitchen faucet has been leaking. After finally realizing that my kitchen cupboard was getting gross and a little too damp, I called my neighbour to assess the situation. Yup, I need a new faucet. So I bought one. He came back to coach me through the installation. I did a lot of tool handing and nodding from above the counter. Days later the hot water stopped coming out of the faucet. No problems anywhere else. Called my neighbour and asked if I should call a plumber. He came back over and told me that there weren’t too many reasons why that could be happening. He thought maybe the hot water pressure release valve in the basement was the problem. He drew me a picture of how to replace that part, reassured me I could do it myself and then he left me some tools. He explained how to do it twice, and twice I thought: I don’t know what this man is talking about. I’ll just call a plumber. Nod politely.
Saturday 10am- I decide to tackle the valve. I turn off the water, use said big tool thing to start taking the valve gadget a part and…Get the bucket! Get the bucket…Oh that’s right, I’m by myself…I’ll get the bucket. Needless to say those old pipes take a while to drain. So I got a little wet, as did a section of my basement. While using all my body weight to hang off the pipe and pull on the giant-arm sized pliers, the valve popped off. Hooray.
11:30- Packed my 3 year old daughter into the car and the old rusty valve into my pocket and headed to Home Hardware. Replaced the part for $6.00 and was back in the car in 10 min (Insert a hot chocolate and trip to the park here so that my wee plumbing assistant stayed happy and content).
2:00- Back in the damp basement I successfully attached the new valve. Hooray. Turned the water back on and raced upstairs to try it out. Sadly, still no hot water. Ugh. So discouraged. Well good effort. You’re not a plumber.
2:30- Phoned a plumber and left a message requesting an appt for sometime this week.
2:32- Got very very determined to solve the hot water mystery myself. So armed with a flashlight, a towel and an array of tools (their names unknown to me), I crawled under my kitchen sink. After some logical mapping of what went where I began taking the hot side apart. First attempt ended with something falling in my eye (hurt so bad I had to regroup in the bathroom for a period of time contemplating this plan). Lots of hand hurting, body twisting and nail breaking ensued. It was ugly under there. Ugly.
3:30- Successfully got the faucet out and into the sink. With some strategic blowing of air I determined that this brand new faucet was indeed a piece of sh&#. There was no air passing from the hot handle to the spout. My blue-eyed tool ‘hander’ had long since lost interest and was happily half-naked watching Despicable Me 2. I bribed her with a happy meal to come back to Home Hardware with me. It took a while to convince her of the importance of the trip.
4:00- 2nd new faucet is purchased. This time it doesn’t come with a hand sprayer, but that’s fine cause I’ll just attach the hand sprayer from the 1st new one (they’re very expensive!). This was the exact same model minus the hand sprayer, so I was pretty happy about that (well happy might be a strong word, really).
4:30- Happy meal in one hand, new faucet under one armpit and toddler under the other we returned…my assistant went back to her movie and I went back under the sink.
5:30- I think I have it installed. Sadly, there is no way I can attach the sprayer to the 2nd new faucet (no opening in the base of the spout), but who cares about that. I crawl out from under the sink and head back into the basement. Holy Hannah there is a lot of water in the basement. I had to take some of the pipes apart under the sink and I’m pretty sure there was some water running down the pipes and into the basement while I had been working. Never mind. It’s just a cement floor. I let myself panic for 1 minute. 5:32: I turn the water back on and wait….5:34: I frantically turn the water back off due the amount of water pouring down on me. Turns out you must have those washers and pipes back on really really tight.
5:45- I’m back under the sink. Despicable Me 2 is over so my assistant is back. She’s handing me all sort of tools- none of which I need- Oh thank you, just put them on my stomach, no-no, not on my face. So with a variety of tools on my stomach and a whole lot of water under my back and butt and a small stream running down my arms, I once again use all my might to tighten the pipes (very hard upside down!).
6:00- Wiggle into hip waders to return to the basement (JK!). Turn the water back on and brace myself. No more water pouring out of the floor or pipes. I venture back upstairs and like seeing water in the desert, there is a perfectly working new kitchen faucet pouring water into the sink. Hot water with lots of pressure.
6:02pm: My assistant, who is more excited about the flashlight she has in her mouth then the working sink, gives me a high-five… and I pour myself a large glass of wine. No problem. Too easy.
A year ago I remember feeling really grateful for that female plumber (whom I’m sure I will be calling again for something else), but this time- I’m pretty grateful for THIS lady plumber. And I’m grateful for the new skills I acquired through the experience.
New skills are great things. New skills feel great.
New skills that were historically ‘male’ skills, feel really great.
However, if you ever happen to be at my house…Remember that the hand sprayer in the kitchen is just for show.