So… for the past 2 weeks, our water heater has been leaking.
For the past 2 days, it’s been totally shut off.
The joys of home-ownership, right?
It started out as just a slow, small leak — nothing a few rags and a box fan couldn’t clean up. But due to some procrastination on my part, and some red tape regarding the manufacturer’s warranty, time kinda slipped away from us, and the leak just got bigger and bigger.
A couple days ago, it got so bad, we finally ended up just shutting the hot water off entirely.
So for 2 days now, we’ve been enjoying cold showers — and we’ve been heating water on the stovetop in order to wash the dishes.
Today, however, I was able to take the day off work and finally get it replaced. Which, let’s be honest, is reason enough to celebrate. But what made it even better was the fact that my Dad drove up all the way from Brigham to come and help me change it out.
Now, I’m a grown man — and I’m sure I could have changed it out myself, but I have to admit, “wrenching” always just goes better when my Dad’s around.
His wisdom and experience sure help things go smoother. Plus, deep down, I think the projects we work on tend to be a little intimidated by him. He seems to be able to bend cantankerous machinery into submission by sheer force of will.
No matter the project, there are fewer catastrophes, fewer smashed knuckles, and fewer cuss words when my Dad’s around. And somehow, even plumbing projects end up being fun.
Yep, today I’m incredibly grateful for wrenching with my Dad.
(And hot water. That’s pretty nice too.)