I don't really have a fear of water, for the most part. In fact, I like it most of the time.
I grew up going to the Jersey Shore during the summer. I've been to the Florida's beaches. I've gone to Myrtle Beach with the family. Those destinations are loaded with water and water activities. Great places to visit, even if you have to get the sand with the water.
I can't think of anything more fun to do on a hot summer day than zip down a water chute or ride a inner tube around a lazy river at a waterpark.
I have dipped more than my toe into pools - all shapes and sizes - from kiddie to resort.
I have sat in a kiddie pool with my boys while a children's fire hydrant sprayed water all over us.
I have sat in an inflatable pool with a beer in my hand while gazing at the stars overhead.
I don't mind being out in a gentle rain. I like taking a bath in a jetted tub, as well as taking a shower.
I drink a lot of water each day. I need to count on two hands the amount of times I'll stop at the watercooler here at the Index-Journal and fill up my 20-ounce bottle I recycled again and again.
At home, I have a water filtration container in the fridge that needs to be filled several times a day.
Water is good for us, as long as it stays where it needs to stay. When the liquid finds a way to escape containment, I'm not a big fan of water.
Drip. D-r-i-p. DRIP!
I hate that sound.
Drip. D-r-i-p. DRIP!
My house is having problems holding its water. For about five years now, the pipes in the basement ceiling, for a lack of better words, have relieved themselves on anything that happens to be below.
My biggest worry is walking down the stairs to the basement and finding a new indoor pool.
More than several ceiling tiles have the remnants of their relief. Some of the tiles have not been replaced, so pipes are exposed just like in other parts of the basement.
Apparently, the pipes are susceptible to pinholes. I have my share of pinholes.
The first pinhole left water in the shape of what looked like one of the Great Lakes on the pool table. After more than several weeks of drips falling into a bucket on the pool table where the Great Lake once was, I tried to fix the leak with everything from sprays to tapes and from wraps to bubble gum.
Then, I discovered pipe repair clamps. All you have to do is put the clamp over the pinhole and tighten the bolt, bringing the two sides together, stopping the drip.
Right now, my pipes at home have six pipe repair clamps wrapped around the pinholes.
DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!
There are still three that are dripping into buckets. One of those drips started just the other day. I turned to the tried and true pipe repair clamp. For the first time, it failed. I tried everything I could to get it to work, including using a piece of garden hose between the pipe and clamp. Nothing worked.
So, I broke down and made the call, by George. The fella who works on all my water issues came out Friday.
After more than five years of dripping pipes, they were replaced and I can sit and watch today's Super Bowl between the Baltimore Ravens and the San Francisco 49ers with piece of mind - and without the drip, drip, drip in my head and basement.
Sitarz can be reached at 943-2529 or via email at email@example.com. Views expressed in this column are those of the writer only and do not represent the newspaper's opinion.