Darn cold out ain't it?
Woke up this morning to -21 degrees. I didn't bother to stick my head out to validate it cause all I had to do was look out the window at a dog. It appears he spotted a rabbit sometime around 3am. His bred forced him to point, and he was still doing it at 6:30am yet the rabbit had moved on. Right below his nose was a mouse. It also was pointing, but in a prone mode. Around 9am I saw that the dog had thawed enough to move on, but I'm afraid the mouse had seen another rabbit as he was still pointing.
This cold makes me think back about the farm we all grew up on. This memory was triggered when the little woman stated, “ I sure hope the water pipes don't freeze down in the shop"!
For some of you readers, you can remember that the water pipes came to the house from the pump-house and straight into a unheated basement. From there it made a right turn and went under the kitchen via a unheated crawl space.
When temps dropped we would have to leave the doors open under the sink in hopes that the heat would keep things thawed. We even left the water drip slowly so that it would help, not freeze. But when temps like this set in, there was one last thing to do and that was to plug in the heat tape and hope for the best.
Even with all those things completed it didn't help in these cold-snaps. In the morning we would check and if there was no water, mom would hire someone to thaw out the pipes. Sometimes the lines would even freeze between the house and the pump-house. This took people who knew more then me to help thaw those pipes.
Later on, when us guys got older we would go down in the basement and run a blow torch along the pipes. How we kept from burning that house down, I will never understand but we never did. Once thawed we would go back to the kitchen and make sure no leaks appeared. Then we would toss a few more cobs on the fire to warm up the house. I guess what I'm stating is that I don't worry about frozen pipes anymore, nor would I run a torch along pipes like we did then.
So I guess I will microwave another cup of coffee, and hope that I can watch the dog thaw out again tomorrow.
Take care.
This cold makes me think back about the farm we all grew up on. This memory was triggered when the little woman stated, “ I sure hope the water pipes don't freeze down in the shop"!
For some of you readers, you can remember that the water pipes came to the house from the pump-house and straight into a unheated basement. From there it made a right turn and went under the kitchen via a unheated crawl space.
When temps dropped we would have to leave the doors open under the sink in hopes that the heat would keep things thawed. We even left the water drip slowly so that it would help, not freeze. But when temps like this set in, there was one last thing to do and that was to plug in the heat tape and hope for the best.
Even with all those things completed it didn't help in these cold-snaps. In the morning we would check and if there was no water, mom would hire someone to thaw out the pipes. Sometimes the lines would even freeze between the house and the pump-house. This took people who knew more then me to help thaw those pipes.
Later on, when us guys got older we would go down in the basement and run a blow torch along the pipes. How we kept from burning that house down, I will never understand but we never did. Once thawed we would go back to the kitchen and make sure no leaks appeared. Then we would toss a few more cobs on the fire to warm up the house. I guess what I'm stating is that I don't worry about frozen pipes anymore, nor would I run a torch along pipes like we did then.
So I guess I will microwave another cup of coffee, and hope that I can watch the dog thaw out again tomorrow.
Take care.
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