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this is my journal ... i write it as i go ... it has typos ... it's not perfect ... but then ... neither am i
Faster Than a Speeding Plunger
November 11, 2001 8:16 a.m.
Ok, I probably could have responded in a more healthy fashion. All I can say is that is was late, and I was tired. In other words, it was really not the best time for our toilet to stop up.

Not that there is ever really a good time for this kind of thing.

But it happened when it happened, and so that's all there is to it.

"Can I do anything that might help?" Lisa said from the hallway as I was standing over the toilet with a plunger and trying to ensure the towels had captured all the water that overflowed.

"No," I replied bruskly and did the plunger thing. Water scroonched around in the bowl.

At this point I should probably mention that the overflow was my own danged fault. Brigid had complained about it right before then, and I looked at the water level (which was down from its normal place). I figured it was stopped up, and would be easy to fix. No real problem. So what did I do? I mean, instead of going to get the plunger and unstopping the toilet? Of course. I flushed it one more time.

This is the difference between a theoretical physicist and an engineer. I mean, yes, I could have just gone with the theory, and applied the appropriate cure. But I am an engineer. My take on things is something more in the line of "Gee, I wonder what will happen if I try that?"

So, yes, I flushed the toilet.

And the water rose.

Until I turned it off at the source.

Which happened to be just after it spilled over the top.

Grr.

"Why are we having plumbing problems?"

"I don't know."

Now, I'm certain you'll agree with me, that this was not really a lie. I mean, yes, I knew why we had water all over the floor, but why we were stopped up, I plead total ignorance. I'll admit it's often easy for me to plead total ignorance, but I'm not going down that path here.

So I finished plunging. Everything worked fine, just like I had predicted before I did the first flush. I mopped up the water with the towels and put them in the laundry area, then went to bed.

Captain Plumber to the rescue.


On the writing news front, Mike Resnick has accepted "G-bomb" for an anthology he's editing that features men writing SF from a woman's point of view. Not sure when it's coming out, and not sure of the actual title of the anthology right now, but I'll keep you up to date as news comes in.


Have a great day.


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