Yesterday it didn’t seem funny at all, but today I can laugh about it.
I have this bad habit (or I should say I HAD this bad habit) of not unplugging my hair dryer. I leave it hanging off the edge of the sink-the cord wrapped once around the faucet- so that all the weight isn’t on the plug. Not a good idea.
It’s been really, really cold here these past few days-hovering right around zero at night, and so my husband has been letting the faucets drip slowly all night to ensure that the pipes don’t freeze-and possibly break. (We’ve been there before…)
Enter my hair dryer-that I should have unplugged, but didn’t-and one slowly dripping faucet-and I’ll bet 9 out of 10 times, the water will travel-drip by drip, down the length of the cord, and on to the floor.
I was in for a rude awakening yesterday morning when I went into the bathroom, and saw all that water…
This year I’m embarking on my first major writing project-the story of my Uncle Pete. The task seems overwhelming most of the time. How will I make all of the bits and pieces I have so far come together to form a finished piece of work?
Let me direct your attention once again to that rather large puddle that soaked my bathroom floor. How did it get there? Slowly. One drop at a time.
Point well taken.