I’m lying on the couch reading Sigrid Rausing’s Mayhem when my daughter calls from the kitchen, ‘Mom, you’re not going to like this!’
The sink drain has split apart again and gray water floods the kitchen floor. For a moment, I think, whatever, and then ask her to get an old towel.
I have now repaired this drain three times, each time in nothing but sheer annoyance and impatience.
The problem, naturally, has something to do with PVC and epoxy, but more to do with me. My ex-husband put in this drain, in his trademark cob-job way, fitting together scraps of plastic pipe. I’m irritated at my own ineptness, my unwillingness to devote real time to YouTubing a solution, the scantness of my nonworking hours.
I’d rather paint a wall than repair a drain.
After we mop up the water and pile the unwashed dishes on the sink drainboard, we put on our boots and take a walk in the falling snow. It’s the first snowfall of the year. Snow is our old friend, falling silently, sparkling in house and streetlights. This first bit will melt today and return again soon.
Sunday morning. Put the house in order. Take the broken pieces to the hardware store. Ask for advice.
True recovery is a profoundly ethical journey, finding meaning and dignity through solidarity and restitution. Without that, there may be a cessation of drinking or substance use, but there is no real recovery.”— Sigrid Lausing
2 thoughts on “Zen. Broken Sink Drain. A Meaningful Life.”
Eventually, it will work.
I hate it when those types of things happen! I hope that you found your fix.