Friday, March 18, 2011

A changing of the guard . . . in the basement

We had a death at our house earlier this week. Our over-the-hill sump pump, which was on duty here when we bought the place back in 1988 and was no youngster even then, pumped its last stroke on Tuesday. The death was attributed to natural causes.

After a moment of reflection, the torch was passed to a new generation of sump pumps. This was an important event in our household because we live near the bottom of a hill and this winter's accumulated mountains of snow are melting rapidly. Combined with the looming rains of spring, that means we need a pump that's ready to spring into action 24/7, otherwise the cellar will become flooded in no time.

Once the new pump was in place, I e-mailed my wife Liz at work to let her know, and then eagerly awaited her return home. She was barely through the door when I announced excitedly: "You've got to go downstairs to check out the new sump pump! It's a lot smaller than the old one, and very, very quiet! You can hardly hear it at all, really, at least not up here. You won't believe the difference! Now we won't have to worry about April showers and summer thunderstorms anymore. You really have to see this thing because . . . ."

Yeah, I know. I should get out more.

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