Honey-Doings: Reprise

I had to ask myself! Can't I be Honey-Don't this weekend?

I have been dragging my knuckles since last weekend. Why me, Lord? When does it all end? This past Saturday was supposed to be my day. That'll be the day! It was two in the afternoon and I had just settled down in front of the computer. There's a lot of blogs to catch up on. I wanted to study my Fantasy Football teams. I wanted to catch up on my e-mail. And I wanted to get back to work on my short story, "The Quill and the Quire."
....Lately, no matter how hard I tried, I was unable to get on-line before 8pm on any given night. This week I was still a little tired and sore for the Soiree of last weekend - my daughter's wedding shower. It went well too, better than we expected. But it took up the better part of both weekend days. So this weekend was supposed to be free. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, was a line from Me and Bobby McGee, written by Kris Kristofferson for Janis Joplin.

That just wouldn't do would it?


Those words sent chills up my spine. With the kitchen sink involved there is a garbage disposal, a trap, and the piping into the main soil trunk. Hello clog, goodbye blog!

This wasn't boding well for my weekend all of a sudden. I crossed my fingers that it was something caught in the disposal. Please, don't let it be in the pipes! The disposal was working. I opened the trap and the sink emptied in to the bucket I had placed beneath it. Closing the trap, I went for the litmus test. The sink didn't drain as I ran water from the faucet. The sink didn't drain when I turned on the disposal. I came to a monumental conclusion:

After dropping the entire run of the drain pipes across the basement into the main soil pipe, I finally isolated the clog. It was in the worst possible spot. If I were a clogged pipe and didn't want to be bothered, that was where I would pitch my tent; where else but in a section of pipe behind the outside wall of the kitchen!

Several attempts with a snake and a garden hose all failed to loosen it. I had two courses of action, and neither ripping out the cabinets nor by-passing the blocked area was going to happen that evening. The next day this was confirmed with futile help from my future son-in-law. We would be without a kitchen sink until next weekend. In no way does my wife want the cabinets ripped out.

So next weekend is going to be another chapter in the continuing Honey-Do Chronicles. Planning, measuring and coming up with a list of materials will be mandatory between now and the weekend. (Paying a plumber, by the way was not considered.

To be continued...

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