Traveling Thoughts

A continuation of The dildo and the hose

I must begin this by saying that my mom ever so nicely put that if we didn’t want to do house work, we should sell the house and rent an apartment.  I don’t think it would be as much fun to not have the opportunity to fix the problem yourself. 

I sat today watching my dad in a manner that I’ve not done in a long while.  For about 2 hours I watched as he snaked my bathtub trying to get whatever was clogging the line out.  He didn’t succeed, not in getting the clog out and not in making the tub drain any faster, despite what he managed to pull out.

What we found was hair, as is to be expected and tree roots, not something to be expected, not something we wanted to find.  I had to confess that I had been pouring Miracle Grow down the drain.  Dad said that it’s working ;)  The chemist in me asked “couldn’t we pour something acidic down there that would destroy the roots and not the pipes”  Dad said probably but he didn’t know what.  We took a break for lunch, and then it was my turn.  Within thirty minutes of working, I had pulled out a gnarly amount of tree roots, double what you see in the picture and unplugged my drain.  YIPPEE!!!

Sadly, there was no one home for me to share the news with and I was having so much fun that I sent the snake back down the hole.  I managed to plug my drain again.  Dad said I did the right thing.  At least I have that going for me because I can’t use my tub because it won’t drain at all now.  Dad also mentioned that I’m worth more as a wife now because I’ve got some of the skills a plumber does.  I’m more marketable now, men take note.

After two hours, I was no longer having fun and Dad went to work.  He managed to not undo what I had done.  The drain remains plugged.