Last weekend, there was a leak. It was a bad leak in the sprinkler system between the new neighbors that I wanted to befriend and our house. Mr. New Neighbor alerted me to the fact that it was in fact my sprinkler system and not his, and helped me turn off the outside water so that Hubby could repair it.
So Tuesday night Hubby looks at the leak, and buys the stuff he thinks he needs to repair it.
Then Wednesday night, he starts working on it. It turns out, there was a root about 4" wide wedged between the sprinkler pipes and the main water line. One little tap and there's water water everywhere. We don't even know how to turn OFF the main water line, much less repair it.
Enter our neighbor on the other side. P is actually one of the few neighbors here that I know, and he's such a nice guy. He's almost 30 years older than us, but he has so much more energy than anyone I know. He's a professor at DeVry University, which apparently gives him the freedom to bike ride and work on his xeroscaping and all sorts of different things. I ran over to P's house to see if he knew how to turn off the main water, which of course he did. Then he proceeded to stay at my house with an assortment of tools from his house and mine working on getting that root out of my pipes. It took 4 hours, late into the night. Then he thanked my husband (!!!) and asked when we wanted to start in the morning fixing the pipes.
What did I do? Had a glass of wine, took care of kiddos and baked oatmeal chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin cookies for P, which I sent home with him still warm last night.
Here's to hoping for water by noon.
****edit: Here's hoping for water by two?
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