{"id":15485,"date":"2013-10-30T10:51:59","date_gmt":"2013-10-30T17:51:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/?p=15485"},"modified":"2013-10-30T10:51:59","modified_gmt":"2013-10-30T17:51:59","slug":"oy-whotta-day-or-how-i-got-to-look-cool-calm-savvy-and-prepared-all-with-minimal-effort","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2013\/10\/30\/oy-whotta-day-or-how-i-got-to-look-cool-calm-savvy-and-prepared-all-with-minimal-effort\/","title":{"rendered":"Oy, whotta day. Or how I got to look cool, calm, savvy, and prepared, all with minimal effort"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday was &#8230; a day. It was a Monday that fell on a Tuesday and a Friday the 13th that fell on the 29th. Yeah, that kind.<\/p>\n<p>Or maybe it wasn&#8217;t really so bad but my hermitty, deadlining writer self just doesn&#8217;t deal well with the particular type of chaos that involves people in and out of the house all day, asking questions, wanting to chat, making alarming saw, hammer, and cuss noises, and hauling mounds of deconstruction rubble through my living room.<\/p>\n<p>All for one little ex-bathroom. But bathrooms are complicated, and therein lies where I got to look cool, calm, collected and smart without even trying.<\/p>\n<p>Mid-afternoon, just when things seemed to be calming down, the guy gutting the bathroom went under the house to see if water pipes were still connected before moving the tub. Most of the pipes in that room weren&#8217;t (the room hasn&#8217;t been used in years), so I wasn&#8217;t surprised when he came to the front door a moment later and said, &#8220;There&#8217;s no pipe connected any more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I said, &#8220;No problem,&#8221; and he said, &#8220;No, you don&#8217;t understand. <i>There is no pipe<\/i>. There <i>was<\/i> a pipe and there was water running through it, but it just &#8230; disintegrated. It came apart in my hands! And now there&#8217;s water going all over the place!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>This guy is good at what he does, but tends to be defensive. He had already run a Sawz-All through a live electric wire about an hour earlier and not told me about it, so I think he was expecting to be in Big Trouble. The look on his face was TEOTWAWKI.<\/p>\n<p>But stuff happens on construction sites and a plumber had previously Pronounced Dire Warnings about the ancient galvanized pipes under the house. So I just said, &#8220;Oh. Well, then. Here&#8217;s the meter key&#8221; (an <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/s\/?_encoding=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=390957&#038;linkCode=ur2&#038;pageMinusResults=1&#038;suo=1383160202982&#038;tag=livifree07-20&#038;url=search-alias%3Daps#\/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&#038;field-keywords=water%20meter%20key&#038;sprefix=water+meter+key%2Caps&#038;rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Awater%20meter%20key&#038;sepatfbtf=true&#038;tc=1383160351384\">uncommon tool<\/a> I got to pull oh-so-coolly from behind a convenient door, as if every woman naturally keeps such things on hand). &#8220;You shut the water off while I call a plumber.&#8221; (Typical of older houses, this place has no master shut-off valve, in case you&#8217;re wondering why nobody just went and turned a handle.)<\/p>\n<p>Once that was done, knowing that none of the local plumbers were likely to show up in the next few days, he asked, &#8220;Will you be okay without your water?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Will I be okay. Ha. Will I be okay. &#8220;Of course. I&#8217;ve got at least a week&#8217;s supply on hand, and if I need running water, I&#8217;ll just go out and turn the meter back on for a few minutes then shut it off again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Now you and I know that this is just what people like us do. I&#8217;m not trying to sound like I&#8217;m hot stuff or anything. I <i>know<\/i> I&#8217;m not hot stuff.<\/p>\n<p>But apparently I made an impression on him. Before he left he told me that I reminded him of some woman he knew in Alaska who split her own firewood and slaughtered her own hogs or whatever. (Baloney; if I were like that I&#8217;d be sawing through my own wiring and breaking my own plumbing pipes.) Then he thanked me for &#8220;understanding what happens on construction sites instead of going, &#8216;Eeeeeek! Eeeeek! Oh-no-panic!'&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The latter is a compliment I&#8217;ll accept, even though I know full well it has more to do with being of silver-haired age, having seen more than a few construction oopsies, and stocking a small number of supplies.<\/p>\n<p>Still, having that meter key right behind the door did make me feel pretty damn slick. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday was &#8230; a day. It was a Monday that fell on a Tuesday and a Friday the 13th that fell on the 29th. Yeah, that kind. Or maybe it wasn&#8217;t really so bad but my hermitty, deadlining writer self just doesn&#8217;t deal well with the particular type of chaos that involves people in and out of the house all day, asking questions, wanting to chat, making alarming saw, hammer, and cuss noises, and hauling mounds of deconstruction rubble through my living room. All for one little ex-bathroom. But bathrooms are complicated, and therein lies where I got to look&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2013\/10\/30\/oy-whotta-day-or-how-i-got-to-look-cool-calm-savvy-and-prepared-all-with-minimal-effort\/\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Oy, whotta day. 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