Last week was cold. I mean, I know it was late January, and that means winter, but this is Nashville, known more for rainy winters and miserably humid and horrendously hot summers. This winter has everyone in Nashville up on arms, declaring this to be the worst winter they've ever seen. Really? This is the worst?
I mean, it's cold. Yes. But, remember, it is winter. Single digit temperatures aside, I'm a little bit glad it's been freezing for several days in a row. The colder it is, the better it is for the plants in the spring and summer. These temperatures kill off bad bugs that eat my vegetables, the beetles that kill the pine trees and hopefully any diseases lurking in the soil.
One of the things I do worry about in this kind of weather is frozen pipes. As a homeowner, I have to deal with any number of home repairs, some of which I can do on my own, many of which I'd rather call a professional. Carpentry, major plumbing and electrical are the top three.
While in the shower one particularly cold morning last week, the water pressure dropped dramatically. It was still coming out, just as a drizzle rather than a deluge. Having just put a large amount of conditioner in my hair, in my daily attempt to untangle my tresses, I was a bit concerned I'd be stuck that way for the day. I managed to finish the shower with creative maneuvering, quickly dressed, grabbed the flashlight my brother gave me for Hanukkah, and headed outside to check out the situation in my crawl space.
Stepping outside, I heard the rumble of large truck engines, I looked to the right and saw several Metro Water Services trucks and an unnatural spring welling up from the bottom of a neighbor's yard 1/2 a block away. I gave a silent cheer and headed back inside, grateful for not having to 1) crawl under my house and 2) not having to be late for work or deal with a plumber for the second time in a month.
Sometimes the little things make all the difference.
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