That tool box

Well, dang it!  Apparently I need to grab my toolbox and head back under the house.  It’s raining cats and dogs now (along with a couple of hop-toads) and I’ve not heard the sump pump go for several hours.  This sometimes happens at the start of the season.  Over the summer things dry out, shift around, critters get in the pipes and stuff can clog the pump.  I shudder to think what is stuck.  I also am not happy about crawling under there in a down pour.  It’s not too bad right now, but is supposed to get pretty wild by late this afternoon, so I guess I’d best hop to it.  I already got pretty wet going out to see what the trouble was about an hour ago.  I just couldn’t bring myself to take the thing apart just then.  I’ve had my second cup of coffee (Happy National Coffee Day, BTW), and I’m ready to face it.

I’ve got a big quilt on the frame and am doing a rather intense design on it (One Song Needle Arts‘ Gypsy Feathers), and had hoped to knit while the machine completed each row.  Instead, I will don my elegant elbow-length plumber’s gloves and head back under the house.  Where’s the landlord when you need him?  Oh – that’s right – I’m the landlord!

Sunday noon

It’s coming!  I’d best get out there now.

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