I have once again been “schooled” (as the kids would say) by yet another piece of household machinery. Or rather, household physics. Sinks scare me. If they overflow, at best, they can create a messy situation. At worst, they can destroy things. Hardwood floors are no match for sitting puddles of water. Upholstery is a sitting duck. And cabinets, like a WWI trench survivor, may be changed forever.
And so, it is with great trepidation that I attempt to fix anything sink related. Some things are better left to the professionals. But last night, my kitchen sink backed up – both sides of the sink mind you. After heavy doses of baking soda and vinegar, along with vigorous plunging, I gave up. Before bed, the water line had receded. There can be miracles when you believe!
This morning, after walking the dog, I noticed the sink was filled up again. Both of them. So much for miracles. And imagine my surprise when I stepped in something wet which, for a split second, I feared was dog pee. Oh no, it was just the dishwasher leaking. Odd since I hadn’t turned on the dishwasher. It was 5:50 a.m., so what could I do? I threw some towels down and went back to bed.
A few hours later it was still leaking. The plumber was called. It’s always nice when a professional arrives and say, “this doesn’t look good!” But after cleaning something I believe to be called the “trap,” and administering some more vigorous plunging, everything cleared up. I paid them and they left. Perhaps their plunging was more vigorous then mine. Or maybe I’m a bit clueless. I lean towards the later. I’m confident in my plunging ability.