ok, well, after typing my post yesterday, my darling john returned from the hardware store and stated that the next time i needed to call the plumber as he marched off to katherine's loo...
from katherine's bathroom, i heard sounds of him working fervently to repair the damage.
such sounds as cursing, water spraying all over the place (BUT, no longer dripping;), doors slamming, and tools being dropped (and thrown) were streaming through the house.
i totally dig saturdays:b
finally, john came back into our room (where i was hiding) with a phone book in hand and requested that i call a plumber. being that it was saturday, i got mostly answering machines. i left messages of despair along with our telephone number.
a bit later, john returned (sweat dripping from his brow and nose). "did you get me a plumber???" he asked.
"not yet, dear (you gotta love the term of endearment i added;)," i continued. "i left messages; but, it IS saturday, and most places are closed."
"well, call another one," he quipped (angry at himself... not at me).
"all the other ones are septic people," i explained while looking again through the names in the directory. "there is ace plumbing; but don't you think that's just the hardware store???"
"call 'em, and see if they know of someone who can come fix this damn thing," my dear stomped out of the room.
so, i called. they actually had a plumber on call (YESSSSSSSSSS!!!). the operator linked my call to "bruce". bruce told me that he and his buddy were finishing up a job about an hour away and that he'd be on his was over after that.
"oh, thank you, bruce!!!" i could have hugged the stranger's neck.
that was at 1:30 pm.
at 5:30 we still had not heard from bruce; so, i called the dispatcher back to make sure bruce had our telephone number. the nice lady said that he did and should be calling soon.
at 7:30, my cell phone rang. "miss berrong, this is bruce. listen, i JUST checked with my supervisor, and i am not licensed to plumb in the state of kentucky. i sure hope you can find somebody to fix your problem today..."
what else could i say but, "ok, thank you"???
i knew john was going to love this. i quickly told him, he got totally pissed off, i left the room quickly, and he returned to his plumbing job.
i did get on the internet to see if i could help him. i was online less than a minute, when i figured out the problem.
"when you went to the hardware store this morning, did you buy a valve seat???" i asked.
"YES!!!" he answered.
"well, where is the original one??? it says that you should only replace it as a last resort because many of the new ones on the market don't fit..." i was such a font of knowledge.
"well, i dropped the bastard, but this new one should work," he showed me the new one.
not only did he drop the b&^$#%^d, he dropped it down between katherine's wall and the bathroom wall!!!
much longer story (it's still broken)... shorter,
i asked john to turn on the water main to the house.
we took showers, flushed potties, and went to bed...