T-T-T-T.... Meaning..

To Tired To Type, hahahahahahahahahaha!
This has been a fun filled week. We done a lot of small jobs needing to be done. If you are like me I leave things undone, gonna do them later. Most everyone does. Finally the list gets so long that it is too tiresome to tackle. Churches are a lot like that. Generally at a church there are one or two guys or gals who volunteer to take up the slack. Sometimes it over whelms the local volunteer. That is where we come in sometime. We know it is a blessing and takes the load off a pastor and his wife or someone who is presently overloaded at work or home.

This time it was especially nice the church had hook ups for the RV and we were right there at the jobsite. I could work as early or as late as I liked.
There was one near tragedy. I had cut into a wall to get to an outside faucet that had frozen during that rough winter last year. It was a tight place and the waterlines were copper. I can do copper but since the Gov’t has outlawed lead in solder; I have a rough time making a solder joint.

Anyway in the process I set the insulation on fire. Remember, the water is cut off at the road for the ‘fix’, the only water I could think of was in the motor home. I ran grabbed a spray bottle, yelled to Sherry that I might need her (To call 911 (but I did not say that)). I had reached as high as I could and pulled the burning insulation out, it melted on my hand, but that wasn’t a concern at the time. I grabbed my saw and began cutting away sheetrock. I got to the fire and put it out. But it was a fright for a few frantic moments.

All the time my mind chiding me, remember all the times you were a fire watch for a welding crew aboard ship in the Navy? This is why they require a fire bottle near every open flame, REMEMBER, STUPID?

All is well that ends well. I patched the bathroom wall with tile board. I installed an inside cutoff valve so in future winters this will not happen. Inside the wall I found three more pipes that had been replaced previously. Anyway other than hiring a street person named Ron, that was our most excitement.

Pastor Mark and wife Ruth are top of the line folk. They both work full time but they took us out to eat one evening. It was a Joy to meet them.

I’m outta here, thanks for coming by. I lied, evidently I was not: TTTT.
Nite shipslog