Leaky Pipe

Under the kitchen sink. Now I know where the tub cleaner is!

Oh oh. It was too good to last. I was cleaning up the kitchen and the mat in front of the sink slipped like a body board on mud when I stepped on it. When I picked up the mat, I saw about 1/8" of water on the floor and notified the husband -- his department, not mine. This kind of incident always leads to some kind of interrogation and blaming, but I really didn't do anything wrong so felt that I was off the hook.
We picked through the stuffed broom closet for a bucket and mop and removed everything from under the sink. Fortunately, that area is relatively uncluttered so the job was not too difficult. Bob located the source of the leak and put a pot underneath. The pipe dripped for awhile, then stopped until Bob tried the kitchen faucet and the drips began again.

The guy on the right fixed the pipe

The temporary solution seems to be to avoid using the kitchen sink -- glad I don't have to get up during the night to change the drip collector. Bob, who usually does his own repairs, is lamenting the absence of a wrench and other tools. He left a message with the office, closed until tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 19: one of the maintenance guys knocked loudly on the door shortly after 9:00 a.m. and promptly diagnosed a separated "P-trap pipe", blaming old plumbing which has not been replaced when cosmetic "upgrades" were made. He also removed a piece of plastic (looked like a small corner of a shelf support) from the garbage disposal, thereby eliminating the racket that scared me into avoiding its use.

Gulfport Afternoon

View of the beach from Gulfport Pier

We haven't been back to Gulfport since our first year in St. Pete Beach, when we must have visited a rather depressed part of town, and didn't stay long. Today Bob wanted to go back after his conversation with yesterday's bar companions at Woody's, who highly recommended the area.

We drove toward the water on one of the major through streets (Beach Avenue?), past stalls of new age type products, as well as fruits, vegetables, seafood, arts and crafts. We were lucky and found a parking spot right in front of O'Maddy's, one of the many eating establishments looking on the bay.

O'Maddy's for lunch

We walked out on the pier to wash the fishing and were almost surprised to see Don Cesar's across the water, and by straining a little, we saw our own condo complex.  It was already after 1:00 p.m., and O'Maddy's seemed inviting, so we stopped for lunch. Bob had the corned beef and cabbage that went unsold because of yesterday's weather, and I ordered the lobster risotto.

Both were good but much too salty. I've been spoiled by Jim Kohler's perfect risotto at Luci Ancora in St. Paul, so I was a little critical of what seemed like lumpy rice, served with chunks of asparagus, bacon and large slivers of parmesan. Worth ordering, though.

The two-dollar beers were cold and good. I'm acquiring a taste for Yuengling, though I think I'd prefer the Black & Tan to the lighter tap beer I've been drinking. I got a little too much soon today and am relaxing in the cool apartment as the day begins to fade.