Here, results of the first day of the 2011 Tour De France. Contador did not win the first stage. He's my rider this year, the one I hope for, a real follow-on to Lance and very capable of winning the whole thing. I watched today on France 3 TV, the start and the last 40+ kilometers hoping to see Mr. Contador blow them all way but it was not to be. That is the way of the Tour.
I started to repair the ice damage to my kitchen water supply today. The broken "bit" (a British word for any particular part of anything else) was at the joint coming into the faucet hardware itself. The joint had failed under the icy pressure and that was that. Not a leak...a flood! So be it. So drain down the lines and used a length of foam sponge, very flat, to stick into the various orifices to get the water out so soldering could take place. Nice idea and I actually allowed a whole 24 hours of draining and sponging to do the deed...but my reward was a blow up of the cold water line joint buried behind the tile of the kitchen sink table. Shit! So I had already decide that if this be the case I'd redo the water lines to just behind the sink and thus accessible if they leaked or broke. So I proceeded to redo the COLD water line as there was little point in establishing the hot water one as the damned electrical problem has eliminated that as a possibility in my kitchen, I will have cold water and no hot. So be it. So I did my usual prep work, gathered tools and cut copper pipe and put it all together in hopes of no-leaks and running COLD water by cooking time. After the soldering I turned on the water and shortly thereafter a very fine jet of nearly vaporous water appeared coming out of the joint at the corner of the kitchen sink. Tomorrow I will drain down the lines and reheat and solder the joint hoping that I'm successful this time. What a bitch this is!
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