Yesterday it was 20 degrees and windy when I took the dogs for a rig run. Because of my bronchitis, I have not run since LaPine. To get into shape both the dogs and I need to get back into the routine of daily runs. No pictures. I did not want to trust my Cannon or hands to the freezing cold.
The rest of the day was spent inside. I put the sixth and seventh coats of fur laden, spar varnish on the small collection of parts that make a dog sled. (Canine patina - after a couple of coats I gave up trying to totally remove fur flying off playing dogs).
Between sled varnish coats, I tackled the kitchen sink. What started out as a fairly simple replacement of an instant hot system, thanks in part to he for whom everything that fits into his mouth belongs there, became a complex plumbing job. To replace the system I had to remove the faucet with it's four lines. It was held in place by a long screw located way up behind the sink itself. To get there, I had to wiggle myself under and behind the insinkerator and all the plumbing. Once wedged, I reached for my flashlight. I finally found it across the room in Trask's pile of toys. The game of wiggle-wedge-reach-puppy kisses-wiggle out-search was repeated several times with the screwdriver, wrench, flashlight and set screw itself. All of my movement and Trasks antics tweaked the rest of the sink plumbing loose. As I was straining to re-screw the faucet set screw, the pea-trap fell off soaking me with waste water.
Rather than just replace it, I decided to take all the plumbing apart to clean the pipes and tighten the now loosened joints. Plastic pipe with greasy residue proved too much a temptation for all of the dogs. As soon as I set a section down, it was mouthed and became a tug toy. The job in total took way too many hours but it was a great excuse to not go outside to pick up storm damage limbs and pull weeds.
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