Drip, Drip, Drip – How Hard Could it Be?

Ominous last words, but in this case, not so bad.

The difficulty in plumbing repairs is often not in the repair itself (indeed, now plumbers all too often use push and crimp connectors in lieu of sweating pipe, which I think is a giant cheating ripoff), but in how to access the space in which to conduct the repair. This is typically why fathers shove their sons into tiny places, all while yelling directions and making general commentary on the kid’s lack of basic competence and general intelligence. I got pushed under the family car a few times too, as memory serves.

Alas, I lack a son. And repeated attempts to teach my daughter basic handyman skills, starting with tool identification, have had limited success. To make a broad sweeping generalization, girls simply don’t want or care to learn certain skillsets. You can’t make someone care. And if you don’t care, you won’t learn. Plain and simple. Which is fine, but then don’t bemoan a nonexistent sexist agenda to keep women in their place by denying them information, years later as an adult, because you didn’t want to learn what dad was trying to teach you as a kid. My sisters made these accusations for years, who then proceeded to complain about being treated as ignoramuses when handymen arrive. It might not be a fair assumption, nor universally accurate, but I’d bet that these professionals have seen it all and have therefore made some gender-based correlations as a result.

Fortunately, this time my daughter brought me tools at a >50% efficiency! There’s hope!

The particular project of this post is the kitchen faucet. The offending faucet, a Delta, had begun dripping. I debated attempting a valve swap fix, but that quickly encroached upon cost-inefficient territory. If I were replacing one valve, then I might as well replace both because they’re probably both leaking, which would them be half the cost of a full replacement, if that even fixed the problem at all. Too many unknowns.

Impatiently, Liz solved the dilemma by just buying a new faucet, which then sat in the basement awaiting prioritization. I finally installed it.

I don’t know who engineered those plastic nuts that connect the faucet threading to the underside of the sink, but why can’t they accommodate a simple wrench? Instead, they require gripping sharp protrusions. I imagine there’s a special tool for this, but why should I have to buy a single-use tool? Just make them a hex nut already!

In the end, the generic non-branded Chinese model appears to be equally as robust, if not more so, than the Delta. It cleverly utilizes water pressure to slam shut the individual valves, eliminating those accidental half-closed scenarios. The spray arm feels cheaper, but at least it doesn’t have a proprietary connector like the Delta, so I might swap it out later.

Yay! A non-leaky faucet. DIY at its most basic. And there’s hope that my daughter might enter adulthood with life skills and not blame me for not teaching her anything. Double win.

–Simon

The Privilege of Petrol Pricing

I know I used a Britishism there, but the alliteration doesn’t work if I say “gas”.

I speak of the insanity that is waiting in line to buy gasoline. Our commander-in-chief’s unhinged attacks on apparently everything that sparks his ire has extended to Iran. Confused as to why, and not believing anything I’m being told, I’ve concluded that it’s simply a vendetta against a Muslim country that has steadfastly refused to fall under western – Christian – foreign control.

Whatever the reason, attacking a founding OPEC nation has surprisingly impacted petroleum prices!

So people swarm out of their suburban garages the moment a hot tip on low gasoline prices hits the web. Costco has always been a bastion of bad behavior, but then our local UDF announced a “sale”! 40 cents off per gallon on one day only! Cue the old men excited to get a good deal.

And to this I ask…who cares?

I ask this because it hardly justifies the offset cost of insanity. Say I top off and buy 10 gallons of gas. I then save $4. Money is money, but by waiting until after the sale, I was able to pull into an empty lot and fill my car without threat of bodily injury or vehicular damage, and complete my transaction within a couple minutes.

Maybe having not lived through the 70’s, I didn’t get to experience that generational freakout firsthand that gas might not be available at all.

Or maybe I just have an economic privilege that $4 doesn’t outweigh the experience.

–Simon

Mesoscale Discussion

I received this alert on my weather app. It was a new one for me. Were a bunch of meteorologists at a summit and inviting me to join? How fun! I never get invited to parties!

But no, it turned out to be…

“…a short, focused weather update issued by the National Weather Service through the Storm Prediction Center to explain what’s happening right now in the atmosphere and what could happen next. It zooms in on a specific region—often before watches or warnings are issued—and gives insight into whether severe weather is becoming more likely. Think of it as an early signal that something may be developing.

– https://iowaweather.com/what-is-a-mesoscale-discussion/

I don’t live in Iowa, but that’s the first website that came up in the search. But it’s the NWS. It probably means the same thing here in Ohio.

And I guess the discussion led to a formal declaration of thunderstorms, because the weather itself readily obliged, once again knocking out our power.

I’m getting pretty efficient at running extension cords throughout the house.

–Simon

Indian Corn

And yes – I’m calling it that. I’ve never heard criticism from an actual American Indian (AKA Native American), that “Indian” was no longer PC. If one complains, I’ll revise my stance. In the meantime, the self-righteous can stand down. But remain on standby! No doubt there will soon be another topic on the internet that needs your counterpoint Facebook posts.

Meanwhile, here at Easement Acres, we have a harvest. As the tomatoes wind down, and the tomatillos begin to drop, we have corn. And despite losing most of the crop to midwestern wind, the final yield was still satisfying.

Whippet inspection required.

I will look forward to trying popcorn. Will they taste better than store-bought kernels? Usually anything homegrown does.

For now, they make nice autumn decorations.

–Simon

10 Hours to the Apocalypse

A couple years back, a rather unprecedented hurricane event occurred here in southwest Ohio, toppling a maple tree and knocking us off the power grid for 4 days.

I took the opportunity to establish a timeline of power-related failure points in the system that is my home’s operation. Here is the original list:

  • 2 hours, the UPS will fail and the network equipment will go offline (the internet was out anyway since the cable had been severed).
  • 6 hours, the upright refrigerator/freezer will exceed 40 and 32 degrees, respectively.
  • 20 hours, the emergency hall lights will fail.
  • 48 hours, the cooler (if packed with ice), will exceed 40 degrees.
  • 48 hours, the emergency basement light will dim to the point of being unusable.
  • 72 hours, the chest freezer will almost reach 32 degrees.

I have since improved upon my established redundancies. I have additional batteries and lighting systems, and I acquired a powerbank that uses my lawnmower batteries. And at 2000 watts output it is quite respectable. It can indeed power the compressor on a refrigerator. However, if the fridge isn’t already sufficiently cold, it can only manage about 6 hours of continuous runtime. In the end, an overtaxed refrigerator running on the inverter will make it about 10 hours before becoming too warm.

Aside from that, this timeline mostly holds true. But the point at which stored food begins to spoil – an event which I will consider the end of civilized life – is roughly 10 hours. Maybe 12. A half day without power summons the apocalypse.

The fragility of this limitation is becoming increasingly apparent. I don’t know why local infrastructure is inversely proportionate to how much utility companies charge me, but as with all publicly-funded systems, the onus of operation is being forced upon the individual. Fortunately, we haven’t given up on the local school system, but as for electricity – we needed a personalized backup.

It’s ridiculous to need a generator in the city, but here were are. A recent 20-hour power outage necessitated it. Of course, once I hooked it up the power was restored an hour later, but at least I have the comfort of a backup.

The internet estimates a 12-hour runtime on its 5-gallon tank, so with it sitting full of stabilized ethanol-free gasoline, and with a 5-gallon tank sitting on standby, I can essentially add 24 hours to each item on my timeline, excluding the cooler and battery lights of course:

  • 20 hours, the emergency hall lights will fail.
  • 26 hours, the UPS will fail and the network equipment will go offline (the internet was out anyway since the cable had been severed).
  • 30 hours, the upright refrigerator/freezer will exceed 40 and 32 degrees, respectively.
  • 48 hours, the cooler (if packed with ice), will exceed 40 degrees.
  • 48 hours, the emergency basement light will dim to the point of being unusable.
  • 96 hours, the chest freezer will almost reach 32 degrees.

I’ll plan to use the powerbank for lights in the back of the house, or the aquarium.

This also assumes I won’t be able to drive out and buy more gas, which is unlikely, unless some much bigger problem occurs.

So there! Fine! You made me do it. Now I’m that guy running a loud generator in a blackout. Although, I’m hardly the only one.

Invest in infrastructure!

–Simon