Yesterday over dinner David was telling me how he shared with a colleague earlier in the day that he feels like we are in a "book of Job season" with the house –– a season of near constant trial and testing. Friends, it is already past the middle of August and we have had so many other projects unexpectedly pop up demanding our attention, that we haven't set a paintbrush to the exterior of our house since May. To sum it up, it's been absolutely insane. Times a million.
We got the Craunlets off to bed last night, later than we had hoped as we are practicing for our earlier school schedule that we need to start for real on Thursday. So, it's after nine pm and we are tidying up the house. We had a playdate scheduled for this morning, so we decided to get a few things downstairs.
Dave carried a stack of canning jars, in their cardboard trays, down to store them on top of our deep freezer. There were already a few independent jars setting there, so we thought we would consolidate.
And friends, the very next thing that I heard after his footsteps down the stairs was a quick clamoring sound, a loud out-of-character exclamation of shock/frustration, and then what I can only equate to as Niagara Falls.
One empty ball jar fell over the edge of the deep freezer.
Landing directly on the valve of the hot water heater.
AND I KID YOU NOT –– THAT DAMN JAR DID NOT BREAK. Instead, the valve busted straight off the hot water heater.
Let that soak in for a second.
Because it did, and that fast.
The gushing torrent of water sent that Ball jar half way across the room and began flooding the basement while we watched in absolute shock and horror.
And then my amazing husband, who works harder than any one person I know on this planet, turned off the water. He gathered his wits for a few moments upstairs, and then that man spent the better part of his sleep hours drying out the basement and all of its belongings, to next research hot water heater valve replacement.
Then –– after almost no sleep –– he woke up with the sun to be Home Depot's very first customer this morning to buy the replacement parts we needed. He had the entire job done, and the hot water heater back in commission and heating up by the time he left for work shortly after eight am. After he made me espresso. Because he is a Saint.
Look at that beauty: