A WaterWitchin tale of aging in place as easier ways must be found. After hand surgery last fall, and finding out parts of me are riddled with arthritis, was told it is imperative to find more ways to provide less stress to my joints and cartilage... or lack thereof.
Instead of hauling my orchids from various places around the house during winter months, I concocted a plan of action. This involved me drilling a hole through an oak floor, followed by my beloved husband's semi-conniption fit. Who knew he'd care so much.
So I "borrowed" one of those heavy duty shelving units from our store, bought some 1/2" PVC, and drilled a hole from the sunroom floor into our basement, then stuck the PVC pipe into the hole...
Beneath it in the basement (which I fondly call
The Dungeon) is a drain where excess water at times flows out of the house to a spot downhill where there are well-watered redbud trees.
I laid the black tray you can barely see on top of the shelf, then marked and drilled a hole through the tray. Inserted the other end of the pipe into the hole and sealed it with silicon.
And now I realize another picture is required. Going to post this, then go take the picture and come back to commence Show n Tell II. No one says I'm organized.
