Water Pressure

The M household made an exciting household renovation this week.

We got a new shower head.

I know, we aren’t exciting at all.

Since we’ve moved in here (almost 3 years ago), I have noticed that there has been a small leak where our shower head connects to the pipe.  I also thought our water pressure sucked.

Thursday, when Patrick got home cold and wet from picking up our car from Canadian Tire in the rain/snow craziness that cancelled school for him (he only worked 2 days this week, lucky bugger), he decided to shower to get warm.  He tried to move the head and the hole got epically bigger.  Like non-usable bigger.

So, Patrick did what any good man would do, he Googled how to fix it and when he realized we didn’t have the appropriate plumbing tape, he tried electrical tape (it was stormy out).  Jeter helped.  They both got wet.

Thus, when Patrick picked me up from work that night, he informed me that we needed to make another trip to Canadian Tire.  I was concerned for the car.  But, no, it was because he wanted to replace the shower head (I’m pretty sure our building people would do it, but that would mean waiting a good day or two).

So, in the beginnings of storm of the week number 3 or 4 (depending on when you start counting), we trekked to Canadian Tire (which we have started calling CT for short because it came up in a few texting conversations this week). We selected a shower head (you would not believe the selection).

We came home and installed it.  Jeter supervised.  I got a bit wet, but only because I’m the fool who wanted to check out every setting while standing on the edge of the bathtub while Patrick kept worrying that I was going to fall.

The next morning, I had the best shower at home I’ve had since we’ve moved in.  Seriously.  I didn’t even fully realize what we were missing.  (Poor Jeter is down a leak to sneak water from, though).  It made the morning so much better (despite the heaps of snow and ice outside).

Then, today, I get a text from Patrick while I’m at the gym informing me of how awesome our shower is.  I know.  So freaking awesome.

So, that is our big excitement.  We have water pressure we didn’t even know we had!

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Snow. Yay?

I got a text from a friend while I was getting ready for work this morning.  It read “SNOW!”

In the mornings, I stagger from my closed curtains bedroom into our windowless bathroom, so I exist in oblivion to the weather unless it is raining hard enough for our leak to drip or is windy enough to shake the windows or sunny enough to shine through the curtains (which is not likely at 7am where we live right now).  It has been unseasonably mild the last two days or so, and I live in a bubble in which I check the weather only  before venturing outside to catch the bus, so that wasn’t exactly on my radar.

Now, lets be realistic.  I live in Canada and it is Fall, so snow is a given.  But that wasn’t the shock factor.  The shock factor was my initial gut response…. “Yay!”

WHAT?!?!

I don’t say yay to snow.  I’m more of a bah humbug, go away winter kind of person.  Usually I’m anti-festive until December and even then I get cranky if things are excessive.  I only like snow on the holidays not overlapping my travel plans (which it always does). The one thing I always love are Starbucks peppermint mochas and gingerbread lattes.  Mmmm.

But, that has been changing.  I started doing things like sending out cards (I need to buy my cards this year) and decorating.  I still don’t like excessive or commercialism, but I think because I am embracing the reason we celebrate, I am embracing the celebration more.

But moreso, I think friend is rubbing off on me too much.  And I’m okay with that.

So, I almost said yay to snow.  Not quite.  But almost.