Water, water, everywhere...

So. A little emergency. Luckily, nothing too serious. I got home to Diana
welcoming me with a handful of towels on her way to the guest bathroom.
Apparently she was cleaning in the other room, and turned off the water in
there, and heard something from the guest bathroom. Water was spraying out
of the metal tube that feeds water into the toilet (so, clean water,
thankfully). Since this is old had for experienced home-owners like
ourselves, she knew exactly where the water shut-off valve was, and was
mopping up the floor. It didn't look like it was too much water, and didn't
get the carpet wet or anything.

Anyways, we got that all dried up, and I checked out the damage. The little
bendy pipe that feeds water into the toilet had come loose. The cap that is
supposed to hold the thing tight against the toilet had broken, and it had
(probably as the household water pressure rose and fell) dislodged and was
spraying willy-nilly. Quick trip to Home Depot (thank you TrendWest for the
free gift certificates... (suckers!)) and it's good as new.

In a potentially related water problem: when we turn off the hot water in
our shower, the pipes make kind of a clunking, rattling sound for a second.
I read a little about "water hammer" (you have to know the cool terms if
you're ever going to be a home repair guy like me) online. It's pretty rad.
Water doesn't compress, so when you turn off water really quickly, it all
kind of backs up onto itself really suddenly, and creates a shockwave that
travels through the pipes. From a website: "These shockwaves travel faster
than the speed of sound and can exert very great instantaneous pressures".
Neat! So, if you're taking a shower in our shower, please turn off the hot
water slowly!

Swingers

Diana and I rented "Swingers" from our friend Baditude, and watched it
tonight. I really love that movie. I can honestly say that I don't think
I've ever seen a more realistic portrayal of a group of guy friends in a movie.
I'm not saying that I've gone through all the experiences those boys did
exactly (the hockey playing, though is frighteningly familiar), but it
certainly resonates with my own experiences with my own boys, past and
present. I know this isn't really the point of the movie, but that's what I
like most about it.

Dishes, then bed. G'night.

PS: Diana eats cake from a teacup, and I love it.