Well, I have finally come up from air. Never before or at least in recent years has the phrase, "baby it's cold outside", hit home like it did this weekend.
We live in the Mount Washington Valley of New Hampshire and are a relatively hardy bunch of people. Three feet of snow is a normal amount of snow for this time of year and we are used to the cold temperatures as well. May not always love them, but we know to expect them.
Typically when the temps drop below zero we trickle the water in this old house because we know that some of the pipes will freeze. Ken drags out a ceramic heater and drops it down into the crawl space that we get to call part of our basement and wait for the temperatures to rise again before we pull it out. It is a royal PIA to be honest with you, but it beats frozen pipes for sure!
When the temperatures dipped to -26 degrees on Friday after a long spell of minus something degrees, we never gave a thought to trickling the water out in my shop. Not even one single little thought, so when Ken came in with sort of a sick look on his face Saturday morning after getting ready for a trip to the dump, I knew something was up. My comment to him was, "spit it out...what's wrong?" When he told me that the pipes had frozen out in the shop I just wanted to throw up. You know that feeling when you bump your head really hard and you drop to your knees and see stars. Yes, that feeling.
Normally it would not be that huge of a deal, but I had just finished running a very successful New Years sale, which meant a lot of dyeing was going to happen. So much so that I closed down my website to be sure that I could get everyone's orders to them in a timely manner. I just closed my eyes and wanted to disappear in that moment. It was not Ken's fault, so I didn't want to appear to be upset with him, but truly...yes, those stars.
Ken, God bless his heart, worked tirelessly trying to free up the pipe that was frozen, all the while with a nasty cold. Crawling in the crawl space, heating the pipes, digging up the air vaults that he placed on each end of the water line from the house to the shop to no avail. We tried putting a hose on top of the snow from the frost free spigot connected to the house out to the shop via a window but that pipe burst....agggh, so we resorted to hauling water in the old fashioned way, in big buckets..not.fun!
Ken finally admitted defeat and called in the plumber. Neither one of us wanted to have to spend the money if he could fix it, but sometimes you just do what you have to do and God bless our plumber's chatty soul (because he is SO chatty), he was able to find where the freeze was and blast it out.
To any of you young men who are not sure you want to go to college. Please, be a plumber or an electrician. You will be worth your weight in gold!!
(and the pay is pretty darn good too!)