My employer is doing a major renovation to our Machine Shop; walls torn down, floor space expanded with reinforced floors for some new, heavier machines. A midst the resulting chaos, many pieces of equipment are in very temporary locations (with even more temporary hook-ups). One of those pieces of equipment is a water blaster that we use for cleaning parts.
Since the usual access to water has been removed, we've hooked up a temporary water access to an outside faucet, complete with garden hose. Recent daytime temps left us complacent about properly leaving our setup ready for the overnight dip back to freezing temps and it dipped to the mid-20's. Added to that were other complications that made simply pulling everything inside difficult.
As a result, I worried about it all night, concerned that at the very least, the hose would be frozen solid (split?) for today's necessary parts cleaning. Worse than that was my concern about a frozen spigot and possible breakage. So all of that made for poorer sleeping than was necessary.
Mrs. Coop gets up weekday mornings before I do; her Morning Procedures a great deal more extensive than mine. Even with my slowed down simple preparations, I have to drag my feet to avoid leaving each morning without my commuting partner.
I almost always hear the shower running, allowing me a graceful lift from my slumber.......
"Coop, there's no water......" was how we started out this morning. I struggled to focus on who's water issues I was planning contingencies for all night. Up and on with the grubbies, checking breakers, listening and watching for a leak anywhere.
By the time I got to the front door with my coat on, I had two ideas, one of them far more probable than the other. I checked the easy one first, relieved and frustrated to find that the problem lie elsewhere. With flashlight in hand, it was out in the paddock where the horses no longer play to our fountain waterer. Sure enough, even before I got there, the sound of cascading water was evident.
In the 100 yards to the basement to turn everything off, then back out to the paddock for a closer inspection (since I was up so early, I had time for inspections). I've been inside the unit enough times to grab the correct couple of tools to give me access. Once the water was no longer flowing, it looked pretty obvious and at least was encouraging that the problem was up and out of the ground rather than down, deep below.
I HAD to go to work today to deal with my 'real' water problem and asked Peg if she was willing or able to go along or if she wanted to stay home and let me head up on my own. She hadn't brought her laptop home. We both jumped in the car and headed to the city, luckily for our indoor felines, their water bowl had been filled last night.
I will admit that I did not shower this morning. I won't confirm or deny whether Mrs. Coop did. She was a little grumpy on the commute this morning though.
Can you find the problem?
Mrs. Coop is bathing in luxury as I Post this.......