Monday, March 17, 2014

Maunabo Sunset Pic--Doesn't do it Justice

See poem below.

Fixing My Trash Disposal or I Have Been Saving This Story

Time to tell it.
Not the most femenine of tales but I have to tell it.
It is the story of the broken trash disposal.
For a plumber this would be routine,
but for me, no!
I am now in my semi retirement, in the process of
getting settled and moving into my new home.
I am in transition, so money is not in abundance.
I have a smaller income.
My nice salary has been slashed
and I must make do.

So here's the situation.  My last tenents damaged several things in my apartment.
One of the things they broke was my trash disposal. Thinking I was going to replace it, I went online and saw a video on how to replace it.

So I removed it. Big mistake.  You do not remove something without having bought the other and having it right there.  But I did. Then I had a party and during it, I did not have the use of the kitchen sink barely and the dishwasher, forget it.  That is how it happened and then I left for Orlando.

So now two months later I came back and lo and behold the trash disposal is still there with an unworking sink. Oh, no. How do I fix this?

I prayed and prayed.  I can't afford a big plumber's bill.  I prayed some more. Oh, maybe I can put the old trash disposal back and at least that way I can use the sink. So I tried. Ugh.  The disposal is too heavy.  I just couldn't do it. So I prayed and prayed.  Then one morning out of the blue I got a vision of a stack of books.  If I put a stack of books, I could place the disposal on top of the books and I would not have to lift it up. But before I placed the books and the disposal for some reason, it occured to me that I should shake the disposal out because even if it wasn't working, I didn't want it to be clogged.  So I shook it out in the trashcan and to my surprise a small three and a half inch screw driver fell out with two pieces of plastic.  Wow. Okay.  It doesn't work anyway but at least there will not be anything stopping the flow of water, I thought.

Next,  I proceeded to put my big stack of books and adjusted the books until I got them almost just right.  It was a sliver too short.  That is when I thought of using two butter knives.  Modesty aside, that was genius.  With the knives, I was basically able to manuever the disposal up and down, while I tighten it into place.

Just one problem.  It had a piece of plastic pipe jutting out.  I tried turning it.  It wouldn't budge.  But I noticed there was a metal piece holding it into place. I unscrewed it, inserted the plastic tube into the drain, finished positioning the disposal, retighten the screws to the metal plate in place (not that easy, took me a little bit of time), and I was almost done. I reinserted the dishwasher drain tube where it belonged and tested it by opening the faucet.  There was a slight leak where the plastic tubes joined so I tighten the "whatchamadigger,"( it was like a big plastice bolt). When I did,  the leaking stopped. !!!

I was beaming.  I couldn't believe what I was doing.  Now let's test with the dishwasher. I put it to work and it worked. No leaks!  Oh, my gosh! I can now use the dishwasher! I wanted to cry! But I was too happy!

There was just one thing left.  The disposal. What the heck.  I plugged it in.  I turned the switch.  It worked! I was in total disbelief.  This can't be happening.  I had tested the thing.

I couldn't believe it!  I wanted to scream.  It was too early to do that so I started praying out loud and thanked the Lord for his goodness.  He guided my thoughts, my hands, and my eyes.  Thank you, Lord!  I am no plumber! I know you are a great and mighty God, and I love you!!

I still can't believe it. My kitchen is in working order.  Incredible.

Maunabo Sunset

Rich pink and grey clouds
Some high brushing the mountains
Others horizontal filling the sky
In the distance I hear the in and out and bursting of waves
on the terracotta sand
While the rustling palms shuffling remind me
Where I am
Just caught in a moment
Looking beyond
Yes!  Look, there is Vieques!
Oh, sweet there goes a flock of egrets
While the wind plays with my hair
Two ruiz señores race
And the wind sings in my ear
A faraway dog calls
I am here
Caught in this moment
With just one cloud very pink now
The others have run to grey
and I hear the ocean,
the ocean,
and the waves.
And you asked me,
"Que hay en Maunabo?"
What's in Maunabo, anyway?
Ha! Is all I have to say!