I had
finally thought I had a month where I wouldn’t go to bed at night, worried
about the bills. This is just the one pipe, but he’s got to go down under the
home, too. I saw it myself - the whole thing is corroded and he needs to find a
sensible spot to make a safe, new connection.
The good
news is it will only cost me $200 - the bad news is, it will cost me $200. That
was money I was finally going to be able to use to begin repaying the person
who lent me the money for the water heater back in January.
Anyhow,
there are plus-items here. I’ve got that money, at least, for now and he’s
coming tomorrow, if the rain lets up over here.
That will
be a relief. Since Friday night, I’ve had no hot water. I’ve been heating water
on the stove for bathing, hair washing, and dishes. At first, it was a novelty,
a throw-back to the old coal-heat days in the 40s when I was a little girl and
the family was stone broke. I guess the novelty is finally wearing off. Maybe
it’s just age. Still, I do what must be done.
One other
thing - both he and I are praying that there are no other new leaks under the
home. Since late Spring, I’ve been nervous, knowing that all the piping under
the home is similarly corroded. I just do not have the kind of money it takes
to do that job. He patched it, back then, with two 10-foot pieces, but all the
piping under the 52’Lx24’W home is sick-looking. So far, it has held up.
Thank you, Father, that he kept the price as low as he could. Thank you that I can pay for this fix. Thank you that I knew how to deal with life without the hot water for a few days. Thank you, too, that so far, you’ve protected me against a major break in that pipeline. And thank you, too, for this particular plumber willing to do the job.
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