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The Ex Comes Through
So there I was: sitting in the corner of my bedroom furthest away from the noise of children shrieking and jumping from upstairs, when I heard the Ex calling to me from the top of the stairs. (He had been on his way to his job in Kennewick, but was turned back because the passes are closed due to snow.)
I came up out of my prayer with only the slightest twinge of frustration, and found that he was coming down with a long length of tubing and a drill.
The contraption he rigged -- the drill powering a simple pump -- has sucked all the water off my porch and is now pumping out the too-small reservoir under our house. Which means that it's very likely I will be able to sleep through the night and wake tomorrow morning with no flooding.
It turns out that this is stuff he's had around the house for a long time, he's just never rigged it up before.
I've been ferociously upset with him previously, so I'll concentrate at this moment on being grateful that he's come through and made this handy little gadget work.
I came up out of my prayer with only the slightest twinge of frustration, and found that he was coming down with a long length of tubing and a drill.
The contraption he rigged -- the drill powering a simple pump -- has sucked all the water off my porch and is now pumping out the too-small reservoir under our house. Which means that it's very likely I will be able to sleep through the night and wake tomorrow morning with no flooding.
It turns out that this is stuff he's had around the house for a long time, he's just never rigged it up before.
I've been ferociously upset with him previously, so I'll concentrate at this moment on being grateful that he's come through and made this handy little gadget work.