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22 September 2006

Water Two...




You are aware of my problems with my lack of water or more specifically my lack of water pressure. Worry not for Necessity just gave birth to a wonderful and oh so cute little Invention. David, my American missionary friend, suggested I try using a cloths pin to hold up the plunger knob thing on the faucet. All the plumbers reading my blog (do I have any plumbers reading my blog? Kristy ask Greg what that’s called :) ) do we have a name for that thing? The result was glorious. Assuming I fill my reservoir, I can now take a shower without either holding the shower head and/or the knob. Granted it’s no high pressure massage but I’m not high maintenance. I’ll take what I can get. Perhaps you noticed the yellow string. That’s my dental floss. I tried to tie the knob to a nearby shower shelf. No luck. I’m no MacGyver but I try. I was going to fashion something out of a small piece of folded paper but David’s cloths pin works quite well. So now I can always be so fresh and so clean, clean.

3 Comments:

At 7:26 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

See, if you had the childhood Tamara and I did, you would've already figured this out. Or you would have to share stale bathwater with your sister. Ick! So nice to be the spoiled one, isn't it :)

 
At 7:45 PM, Blogger james said...

I was NOT spoiled. I can't help it if our parents loved me more :P

 
At 5:28 PM, Blogger Eidolon said...

Oh...oh...pick me...pick me...

All right I had to cheat and ask Chris, who's sitting next to me, for the answer. The pin of which you speak is called a diverter pin, probably because it's job is to pin the diverter valve, so named because it's valvely duty is to divert water.

I'm inspired by the fact that the names for this stuff actually make sense...and disappointed that I wasn't able to figure them out. Then again, who am I kidding? You're talking about a guy that practically overdoses on testosterone every time he successfully replaces the headlight on his car. (And yes, I actually do replace the headlights on my car...usually...all right, whenever I can't get my brother or a friend to do it for me and I can't afford to pay someone else to do it.) Knock it off, James...I can see your facial expression...and can feel you judging me. ;)

 

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