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Originally Posted by Deadbug

Here we go.... Round 2.

I guess there really is a first for everything in life. From the most minute of scenarios to ones that are the size of Mars. You can bet, no matter what, there's definitely a first.

This is the first time I've ever gotten my butt kicked by an appliance. Temps on the rise here in the Wasatch Mountains meant that I could no longer procrastinate getting the *&!%! swamp cooler up and running. Yesterday, it managed to hit a sultry 100 degrees and I felt like a ham in an oven. I've had the parts laying here since the first time I lost this battle, so here we are again.

I make the dreaded ascend to the peak of the roof yet again. Climbing up there is certainly not my favorite sport. I'm more of a spectator when it comes to athletics. With that being said, any valiant efforts are usually out of necessity for survival, not self torture and, in this case, self mutilation.

Now confidence in the attempt of any dangerous or difficult task is key. Most often, if you take a deep, cleansing breath and tell yourself "I can do this", thou shall be done. (Disclaimer: this doesn't always work but it's a great motivator.) In this case, someone set a nuclear bomb under my confidence pad and basically blew it into space.

I get up there.... again. I replace the float valve to control the amount of water coming into the unit and the water pump just because I understand Murphy's law. If I don't do it now, I'm going back up there next week when it breaks. I don't want to do that. So I err on the side of caution.

"This is a simple job." you say.
"What could go wrong?" you say.

Well let me just tell you what went wrong!

I return to the inside parameters of the house, all smug and blown up that "huh! I fixed it!" Turn on the water line and wait patiently for the basin to fill. 30 minutes later I kick her on full speed. It was hotter than 7 hells combined, so I've been waiting for this moment. HA! She's blowing the coldest air I've ever felt and good lord did it ever feel good. 30 minutes later, I'm nestled under a blanket with icicles hanging off my eyebrows. Whatever! I wasn't hot anymore!

Then it happened. My son calls down to me "Mom! Gabby pee'd in the hallway!"

*sigh* I had to look. Why did I look? I was comfortable. I just wanted to stay where I was. But I look. "That's not pee! It's water!"

@&$^%!
*&@^#$%!!
!&%@^#$*!!!

I instantly became an artist in profanity. I sculpted and molded every word as though it were pottery. Delicately blending vowels and consonants together in a fashion that would make Satan blush.

The swamp cooler was leaking again. This means another trip to the dreaded roof. Evil never sleeps.

*Deep cleansing breath*

Yet again... I make the ascend. I have no idea what's wrong or what I'm going to do when I get back up there, but I sacrifice more flesh for the sake of comfort. 3 more trips up and down and 3 more deposits of my DNA on the shingles of the roof. By the time I was done I looked like a college kid who was thrown in the bramble bushes during hazing. That is, minus the youthful appearance.

The diagnosis? There's a hole in the pan where water is leaking out, onto the roof and getting down along side of the chute into the house.

I can weld a new piece of sheet metal into the bottom of the pan. Kind of like a liner and then reseal it with roofing tar. That will probably hold it for another few years.

I'm going to rock, paper scissors my hubby for who gets to drag the welder to the roof. I'm anticipating at least another 4-5 trip up there before this is over.

Thank god it's cool today! Although, that's not helping my efforts or motivation to get it fixed any.

On the bright side, I got my dog bed from Normarae63 today!
The mailman wasn't nearly as excited as I was. I didn't see him pull up with my package and come to the door. After all, I was on the roof. From what I gather, he rang the doorbell just about the same time I pulled the plug on the swamp cooler. Nothing like having 15 gallons of water dumped on you while you're trying to deliver a package.

(I really have to replace that rain gutter)

Sweet Jesus!!!! Deadbug seriously you crack me up...I'm sitting here holding my sides and wiping my eyes, with my two babies looking at me like WTH is wrong with you??? Dear Lord tooooo funny. I'm sorry *sniffle, cackle* I'm really not laughing at you...honestly I'm not..* gaffaw!*