I have a problem. (Stop rolling your eyes in a D'oh! formation.) I have a plumbing problem. Every few days and only when I'm in the most compromised position, the water in my pipes trickles down to a mere drop, forcing me to trek down to the basement of our house, often dripping in soap, to give the water tank the ol' heave ho. Now, one of the many charming things about living in Argentina is seeing all those adorable water tanks on top of everyone's roofs. I guess I was ignorant or naive or possibly both, but when I first got here, I just thought the Argentines had fancypants taste in chimneys! Anyhow, my current house doesn't seem to have one of those doodads, and it's arguably a good thing. Can you see me crawling on the shingles of my house with shampoo in my eyes? In any case, I need a plumber stat.
(I am most disingenuous about my plumbing problem. I only wrote about it so I can post this lovely quote in my blog.)
"The society which scorns excellence in plumbing as a humble activity and tolerates shoddiness in philosophy because it is an exalted activity will have neither good plumbing nor good philosophy: neither its pipes nor its theories will hold water." -- John Gardner
1 comment:
Water, water, not a drop in your sink!
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