Frozen in Michigan!!!

My wife Betty is so cool!

Brrrrr its cold. Infact so cold our hot water pipe to our kitchen sink froze during the day, Wed 2/04/09 After we left for school. Betty called me after she got home at 2:30 pm and noticed that the kitchen hot water was frozen, I had only used it at 7 am that morning. (Drat Another home repair)

She told me all about it, and I bought a torch on the way home to thaw it out.
( I know, I can hear Ex-Fire Chief Jerry wincing right now as he reads this, about using a propane torch).

When I got home it was still frozen, but Betty had opened up the sink,
pulled my access panel, and had duct taped a blow dryer, so it blew warm air down on the pipes, neat idea but the pipes were still frozen at 6:30pm. (Not a single drip)

I asked Betty how long before dinner and looked for my cold winter gear, she told me just
a few minutes and I had better sit down and eat first. So I sat down to a great supper,
listening to that blow dryer running the whole time.

After supper I started to get ready (Dreading my upcoming task fully),

and Betty said “hold on, let me check and see if it worked... “

To be honest I had no hope for her method, she turned the tap and it dripped. (once)

Hey it dripped, so I came over in my snowmobile suit and propane torch and looked... (twice?)

It dripped five more times, Well it could be just cold water from the cold water side,
So I shut off the cold side...(tight)

It still trickled... All eyes were glued to the faucet, as the trickle grew , and grew and then gushed.

Woo Hoo! Yeah! Cool! You rock mom! Awesome!

If you were driving down Victor Drive, you could have heard a collective cheer as the whole family
high fived Betty. I said, “ God you are the Coolest woman alive!, You made dinner and
fixed a frozen pipe! ” Betty beamed, and I never had to dig out, the access port on the side
of our house buried in a 36 inch snowdrift, crawl under our house with its 14 inch crawl space,
and wield a propane torch.

I gladly cleaned off the table, put away the dishes, and gave my wife the foot massage she
so richly deserved. As I rubbed her feet, I thought ..”Some days I know, I’m the luckiest man in
Thomas Township, today was one of those days.”


There is no moral to this story, except: The lord helps those who help themselves...

Drip your pipes...

Mike Garlick