Leaks, Leaks, Everywhere There’s Leaks

Leaks, Leaks, Everywhere There’s Leaks . . .

I have been singing these words in my head to the tune from the song, Signs, sung by The Five Man Electrical Band (circa 1971) for a while now.

And not because I’m an older woman who’s been pregnant five times either.  Just don’t make me laugh too hard or get too far from a bathroom.

It seems that our lives are filled with leaking things lately.  Leaking sinks, leaking appliances, leaking cars.

Yellowstone, 1998, Old Faithful geyser erupting.

We have a mysterious water leak under our kitchen sink.  The sink, plumbing, and appliances are only about five years old.  When we discovered the leak we removed everything from under the sink and cleaned up the water.  DSH looked at all of the fittings.  We ran the water.  We ran the disposal.  We ran the dishwasher.  No leaks.  I’m afraid to put everything away because I cannot believe it is resolved.

This past weekend, our nearly 10-year-old washing machine mysteriously filled with water which leaked out of the front door, all over the floor, and down into the basement.  We (and I use the term “we” very loosely here) removed everything from the laundry room and cleaned up the water.  DSH looked at all of the fittings.  He took the back off the washer and checked the valve thingy.  Didn’t really do anything to it, but cleaned things up and put them back together.  We ran the washing machine all day.  No leaks.  I’m afraid to put everything away because I cannot believe it is resolved.

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Our 15-year-old Honda has been leaking oil for over a year now.  It started out as a few drops here and there.  Several trips to the dealer and several hundreds thousands of dollars later, the leak was not fixed.  Over time, it became more than a few drops so we took it to another mechanic who referred us to another shop that replaced a seal.  Three seals and several hundred dollars later, the leak is still not fixed.  It is now back to the mechanic to work on a third possible area from which the oil could be leaking.  It’s mysterious.  And annoying.  And seemingly unresolvable.

I don’t want to spend money calling a plumber to come and look at a leak that is currently non-existent.  The last time I called someone to fix the washer, we paid for them to tell me it wasn’t broken and the next day DSH replaced a motor in it.  We’ve already spent more to fix a small oil leak than we paid for the car in the first place.

It’s a series of mysteries.  Leaking mysteries.

Someplace in Canada north of Grand Marais.

Don’t tell me that it’s natural for things to leak as they get older.  I sure don’t want to hear that.  I’ll laugh about all of this someday, but not right now because I’m afraid I’ll start leaking.

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