A Sinking Ship

Or down with the dry

So there I was, once again fighting the demons of dirty dishes. Put hot water and a large squirt of dish soap in the sink, and fluffed it about to make some grade A suds. I’m washing all the plastic whatnots that I dont put in the dish machine. Then all the wooden items. Putting anything made of wood in my dish machine is a capital crime. I’m down to the pots and pans when I needed to step away from the sink to grab a towel and realized i was standing in a puddle!

I hollered up husband and he came to look. The entire inside of the sink cabinet was an ocean of water. Our Ikea cabinets have removable kick plates. He pulled it off and a Pacific Ocean of water sloshed due to it being high tide. After some serious bailing, we didnt need to put on our life vests.

Every single towel was used, an entire roll of paper towels the oceans were down to dewdrops. Then the big hunt began. What the hell is leaking? Hmm, nothing seems to be obviously leaking. My job was to fill the sink, with the stopper applied. And upon the secret signal was to pop the stopper out.

Once i figured out the signal, I pulled the stopper. ....Humm strangely enough it was running down the side of the garbage disposal. How the hell is that possible? Did the casing crack? What have the citizens of under sink land doing to crack the casing of a garbage disposal?

This is the scary bit, so be brave. He reached out to touch the disposal, and it FELL INTO HIS HAND! Which was agony due to his recent surgery. Like a mouse without a brain I ran to the garage to find something to prop the leaking problem child up as it was still connected to all the hoses and pipes and who knows what. Frantically looking around for something, anything that would allow the disposal to hover over the landscape. Grabbing a load of short boards, i ran them back into the kitchen, handing them to hubs one by one until the disposal was suspended.

The sink was officially closed. Cooking became fraught with decisions as to what would use the least amount of anything washable. And just as importantly, what didn’t need to be drained.

A few days go by and the main topic of discussion is how are we going to put that disposal back up? I’m not strong enough. And hubs was still hurting from the disposal avalanche. The average price to put one in here? $200-500!!! Ok. We need to use brain power instead of wallet power.

Suddenly, like a bolt out of who knows where, the idea of using the jack from my wee car George to lift it!. Believing my idea would be shot down faster than the Red Baron, I mentioned my “bright” idea. Turns out, he was on board with the idea! Triple word score!

And it worked a treat! Turned out the disposal wasnt broken, just had wiggled itself loose. I guess after 8 years of use it just decided it wanted an extended vacation?