Water and Wine

I came home from work yesterday, like every other day, ready to relax and of course blog a little, surf the net and play with my dogs. It seemed like a normal day, but oh no.

Soon after I arrived home my doorbell rang. I really hate when the doorbell rings. One reason is I can not see who is out there. I want a peephole in my door, but so far that has not happened.

I do not like being bothered by salespeople, religious zealots or kids trying to get money for what ever mission they are on. So, I was going to ignore it, but then the person on the other side of the door starting pounding on the door.

I answered amid my dogs howling because for some reason they hate the doorbell. It was my neighbor, who had been working in his front yard when I came home. He said he thought there was a problem with my irrigation system and maybe I would want to look at it. So I did. I also knew immediately what he was talking about because this was not the first time I encountered this problem.

I walked out front and sure enough, the irragation system was shooting water out about six feet and flooding the yard in between our houses and running down the street.

This happened about six months ago. At that time I was home sick from work and I only found out then because another neighbor on the other side was leaving to go to work and saw water shooting out of the irrigation system and turned the water off so it wouldn’t run all day long. He did not know I was home at the time. I found out that day because all of a sudden there was no water in the house.

Anyway, the same thing happened yesterday. The only problem was we could not figure out how to shut off the water. Me, a girl who lets her husband take care of crap like this and my neighbor, who lived in a New York apartment all of his life and knows nothing about stuff like this.

So after both of us are soaking wet from trying to turn the water off, I go in and call the home builders. They send the saleslady from down the street in the model home. Yea, not much help there. She was about on my level as far as any home repair is concerned. So now we have three wet, clueless people standing in my driveway watching water shoot everywhere.

Well, to make this long, wet story short we finally figure out how to shut the water off with the main in the street. I completely forgot about the main! Anyway, the builders sent a handyman and he put a temporary fix on the irrigation system, turned the water back on and told me the irrigation company would contact me about fixing the problem.

So much for my relaxing afternoon. Oh and New York neighbor’s wife decided too give me a bottle of wine so I could relax. Finally.