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I came out, sat at the machine, tended a few notions here and elsewhere, then made a plan of attack. As I mentioned, the kitchen sink faucet is not running, pretty much at all. A trickle goes through. The new valves did not fix that. So, I fully intended to get to the flex-hoses and the faucet itself, if need be. A great plan. I made some coffee, and... enjoyed that. I listened to music. I checked blogs, and the "news". I got up, every once in a while. To use the restroom, which I cleaned on my rounds. To get more coffee. I just could not get to my intended. Simply couldn't. I'd bend over, pick up a tool, and become confused. Yes, as little as I did yesterday, it was enough that rest was required today.
You do realize, if forced to flee or die, I'd shoot the threat (and then maybe die), don't you? If I can't run, I won't. Nothing will ever chase me to death. And unless it's a tank, one way or another I will do some damage. Hmm... even if it is a tank, maybe. If I am going to die... might as well do it creatively, not just standing there, even if I can't run. Some days I might run for cover, or drop and roll. Some days... not so much. Today was a "not so much" day. Not much I can do about that.
Still, it was a pleasant day. My post about dragons... actually zinged me pretty good. But I am almost over the sting. Yes, the price... higher than the value. All life without God, Wisdom, Salvation, is more expensive than it is worth, no matter how alluring or titillating it can be. Filling the belly, but denying the soul. Handling the libido but producing nothing but sorrow. Finding justice by becoming criminal. Empty. Dead. The price, if you live long enough to change, is memory. And a continued want. That fire, she's a bitch. And she burns everything. And she is you. Even if you surrender foolishness. Better, far better, late then never. Christ suggests the shepherd will go after the one, leaving the many. And so He did. Bahhh. :) These wounds, I do believe, will also one day be mended. But not today. So I weep, sometimes. Through my most grievous fault.
And yet, still a good day. Tears of regret are another form of tears of joy, even for an alligator. Good night.
Doom,
ReplyDeleteProbably you have tried this already, but have you unscrewed and cleaned out the wire mesh aerator on the end of the spout? They can get clogged by small debris or by mineral deposits and cause low flow out of faucets.
Sometimes all it takes is a soak in warm vinegar and scrubbing with a toothbrush (or just outright permanent removal).
(And Desert Cat is correct - when sweating in valves, remove the innards first so you don't melt the washers and packing. Only if it is all brass can you get away with not removing.)
Oh, I was sure Desert Cat was correct. My mistake lie in believing the valve was, indeed, all brass. It sure looked like it, urhm, from the outside. Looks can be deceiving.
ReplyDeleteNow, I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about taking things apart. First, it's new. Technically this is what I did in the Navy. Now, maybe, I never got to do much of this in the Navy, in spite of it being my job... or maybe I lost all of those memories, not just some or most, like with everything else. I did lose the memory of how to drive a shift stick for sure, so that is possible, if not likely. I do remember, not learning, but driving a stick, in the Navy. Had to learn so I could drive the deuceandahalf around to pick people up for pt tests and stuff... it was a 'new guy' job, I was a new guy, so... they taught me. Must have. I am positive that wasn't an auto and I was driving it. Alone... several times, jerks. (I remember SOME things! "Make the new guy sweat learn!" *laughs*) Never mind. The other reason I hate taking things apart is, while I have an affinity... the righty tighty/lefty loosey thing? Yeah, well, when I forget, mess that up, I... strip things, or break other things, sometimes both somehow. I'll... figure it out.
I do have an affinity for this area, but being totally foreign, in a way, makes it all just a bit spooky. And living half in and half out of this world, at least until relatively recently, and even now sometimes, means things of flesh are just as spooky as the ghosty part. Bleh.
What was the saying in the Navy when something didn't lend itself to being managed, fixed, twisted, turned? Ah! Bigger hammer! :)