The last sound you want to hear as you nestle into your soft bed on a snowy winter night? Rushing water. Why, what is that I hear? Flying out of my warm bed, I run to the bathroom- yes, the roar of water, just like when the sprinklers come on at 4 a.m. in July… and yet it’s December and the sprinklers were blown out two months ago, and I’ve got six inches of snow in my yard. Panic.
Run to the kids bathroom- no water there. Run to the kitchen, laundry, garage, basement- the roar is loud, but no water to be seen. Oh holy hell, is it in a wall? I realize I don’t even know where the main shut-off valve is. Flinging open the basement utility room, there are a myriad of valves, and I have no idea which one does what. Taking the stairs two-at-a-time back upstairs, I grab the phone and call my friends up the street. Help!
Her husband is gone, but she calls another family, and within five minutes, two brothers and their father are on my porch, followed shortly by my friend’s oldest son. The brothers come equipped with headlamps and the father is carrying a bucket of tools, and they slog out into my snowy backyard to find the main.
Within five minutes, the water is shut off, and all is well. An outside vacuum valve (there was a fancy word for it, but I can’t remember what he called it) had popped from the freezing, and just had to be shut off. My yard is full slushy water and snow, but there was no damage to my home. And my water in the house is fine. *huuuuuuge sigh*
And, they showed me in my basement where the main-line shut-off is, should I ever need it. It’s going to take me a while to calm down enough to sleep now… Man. Whew. Holy cow. Grateful. Again.