October 1, 1986
I was tracing a stream of water under my kitchen sink back to its source (a hole in a pipe) at midnight one evening last week. The cat and dog dutifully listened to my dissertation on the audacity of anyone who would put pipes that wear out in a kitchen, as I did a patching job with saran wrap and tape and rewashed all my pots and pans.
My cat and dog had heard all about vacuum clearners with belts that slip a few days earlier, lawnmowers with cords that won’t pull the week before and had no answer to my question as to what to do when the water meter leaks.
But even they became disgusted and hid their heads under their paws the day the downstairs bathroom was turned into a shower and the water stopped only after knocking on every pipe and opening every fixture in the upstairs bathroom.
I discovered my house isn’t the only handyman’s paradise when I visited an uncle in Ohio during the summer. While there the toilet refused to flush and I discovered the rubber band and paper clip holding the tank mechanisms together had failed. We soon had it working good as new by replacing the paper clip.