Some Days You Just Feel Like Marv
We had our first frozen-pipe issue this evening, when we realized that the water wasn’t coming out of the washing machine. So as Alex searched for the lantern, I went out the back door—and straight down the back steps. While the porch itself wasn’t icy, the steps still were, and I went sliding on my behind straight down into the driveway. Ouch.
We looked at the pipes in the basement, and all were properly insulated, which meant the frozen pipe was in the wall. So as I was leaving the area in the basement where the pipes were, Alex told me to mind my head—just as it whacked into the corner of the dropped-storage area.
So now I have a bruise on my behind and a bump on my head, feeling very much like a Wet Bandit.
Turns out that it was the PVC drainpipe that froze, and Alex was unable to de-ice it using his heat gun. Now we have the wash running.
When will winter be over?