The Fun of Home-Ownership

I come from a family of do-it-yourselfers. It keeps us busy on the weekends – every weekend, actually. My mom says my dad does better with projects, which probably explains why we’ve built a dock, a barn, a greenhouse, and countless other projects over the years.

Earlier this summer, we had a little issue pop up, as they do, as we were headed out the door to Wisconsin. I got home from work, we were packing up the car, and I decided to get a quick shower before we hit the road. As I turned off the water, I realized the tub was not draining. I did not want to leave standing water in the tub as we left for a week.

First I tried snaking the drain – no good. I tried plunging the drain – nothing. I called my dad. He said he and mom were out “checking the mail.” They check out mail when Jessie and I are out of town because they like being helpful and, more importantly, they have to pass a Sonic (their favorite dessert date spot) on the way to our house. Dad said to get on the road – he and mom would be over in a few minutes.

The bad news came when dad figured it was just time to replace some of the old pipes. Lucky for us, below our bathroom is another bathroom in bad need of renovation. This meant drywall could come out.

We replaced a section of drain pipe, and now we are back in (the showering) business. I’ll save you the gory details (mainly because it’s hard to type these things on a mobile device), but I will give you a few gory pictures below.

Next time, I’ll update you on my dad’s gardening skills and greenhouse project.

Old pipe that needed replacing
Clogged old pipe
Clogged old pipe
Clogged old pipe
Dad inspecting the newly installed drain pipe

Golfing with Papa

So I wrote before about my new not-so-cheap-but-it-helps-to-have-free-clubs hobby. In case you missed it, my new hobby is golf. I have enjoyed the last few weeks getting to spend time with my dad, my grandfather, and sport.

Speaking of my grandfather, I played 9 holes with him the other day. I had tried to describe to my wife what it is like watching Papa play golf. To help her understand, I took a couple short videos.

First of all, you have to realize that though Papa doesn’t hit it far, he is almost always hitting it straight. Secondly, he rarely takes a practice swing. If he hits a bad shot, he will take a practice swing AFTER he hits the ball to correct himself. He then returns to the golf cart, grabs the club he will use next, and wait for me to take my shot. He only carries 5 clubs in his bag, so he doesn’t have much from which to choose for his next shot. It is all quite funny if you are not expecting all of this.

Here is the first video I was able to capture. This was on the first hole, and I was able to pull my phone out to catch a glimpse of his iron shot in the middle of the fairway. Keep in mind he rarely takes a practice swing, so I had to be quick on the draw.

The second video here came about hole 6, when I had the opportunity to catch Papa hitting off the tee box. Notice no practice swing – he just steps up and takes a hack at it.

The man knows how he plays golf. Even having a terrible last hole, he still beat me by one stroke. I was so determined to beat the old man, but it just wasn’t my day. I think I was worn out from trying to beat my father the two days previous.

Oh well. Such is my curse.