Plumbing

Even though they had holes in them, I kept wearing the same socks. I walked the back yard in my socks when it wasn’t wet. Charlotte was up at the trampoline and I went back up to apologize for what I said, but she ignored me. I made her give me her phone, I thought she’d throw it at me. I watched myself walking away and didn’t like the look.

Dawn and Lily left for Disneyland on Saturday, leaving me and Charlotte home alone for four days. We played the board game Sorry for the first time in forever, went to Starbucks three days in a row, played some badminton on the sports court, watched Bob Ross before going to bed.

In the mornings before she got up I walked to the lake with my coffee, early enough the sky was still pink and no one was out. Even though it was spring, I didn’t feel the mood boost like I hoped. I felt little joy from work and wasn’t writing like I used to, or getting any exercise. Pretty soon we were going to have to start cutting our own grass too, down to one income. All Charlotte wanted to talk about was which iPhone she’d get come September. That, and the air pods. I told her to leave it downstairs before she went to bed but found it in the morning by her side, plugged in. That was a lot of the problem with Lily we thought, not getting enough rest. Too much stimulation from the phone, and the isolating impact over time. The fact that we really need human connection and the phone just isn’t that.

On Sunday I tried to nap in the hammock but couldn’t from all the coffee, so I decided to tackle the kitchen faucet. It would need replaced. There were so many options to pick from, I really just wanted the EZ install. But then I learned I needed plumber’s putty to set the base, and had to go back. I tried using one of Charlotte’s play putty things but thought better of it. I didn’t know anything about plumber’s putty (like, could you touch it with your bare hands), but I just stuffed a bunch in and it worked, it formed a seal. And thought about the connection I had with Charlotte, and why it was important to set that in place right, too.

 

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William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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14 Responses to Plumbing

  1. ksbeth says:

    yes, setting in place is important. and with the real putty

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  2. walt walker says:

    I like the connection between too much stimulation from phone and from coffee. But I don’t mess with plumbing. I know I’ll do it wrong and get plumbing everywhere. Everything will sort itself out. It’s perfect. Has to be, because that’s how it is.

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      “Plumb” is a cool word really. I replaced toilets twice and didn’t get it right the second time, which will be the last. Same with my first hot tub. Plumbing is kind of precise, needs to be. Maybe we have more slop with parenting. Eh? Hopefully?

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  3. rossmurray1 says:

    Everything you want to know about parenthood is summed up in that first paragraph.

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  4. Jeff Cann says:

    “Needs replaced”. Are you from Pennsylvania? I’ve only ever heard people from PA day that.

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  5. Jeff Cann says:

    My son, who was born and raised in PA does it now and then. I have to yell at him.

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