Praises Be ......I found a plumber.
This is not meant to be irreverent nor am I crying in my beer (joke, I don't drink) but I'm just stating the facts. My plumber of 20 years, died a few months ago. He had just turned 50. What a devastating loss to his wife and children, but he also left behind countless widows. Like me. He was a gentle, educated man, who learned the plumbing trade so he could live a valued life of quality in a quiet, Western town.
He was my comfort & removed real estate worries. If I were away, he had a key and checked the house. The house in town was built in the late 1800's & is a plumber's nightmare. The Bed & Breakfast in the mountains has 5 bathrooms, 2 hot water heaters, and a laundry with lots & lots of pipes. I admit, I had been spoiled and pampered by such a devoted plumber. He was too young to die, too kind, too alive. My dear plumber, RIP.
Most women have a dependency on their hair stylists. For me, it was my plumber. Yesterday, I found another plumber. He calls himself "The Olde Tyme Plumber." His wife told me he tries to give "old fashioned service." He came to the town house, unclogged a slow drain, and checked the old furnace. He filled the room with pampered confidence.
Some people are soooooo important in our lives, it's impossible to live without them. Like my Oral Hygienest. But that's another story. Life is good again.
