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And now, the happy conclusion to the Saga of the Sink! Upon successfully silencing the Evil Drip, Terry does the Happy Dance.

Here is the offending washer - "It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt… over so small a thing.
Such a little thing."*

In Which Terry Fixes the Sink

So the sink in our Ithaca apartment has been dripping since we moved in; being the adaptable TCKs that we are, we stuck a big plastic bowl underneath and developed a system for using the water thence collected to wash dishes, filter for drinking, etc. In fact, I think that on balance this system actually reduced our overall water consumption. Terry, however, being the handyman that he is, said "I should be able to fix that." So we called the landlady, who was delighted by the idea of not having to pay a plumber through the nose to have the drip fixed.

This is currently a Work In Progress, as we say in knitting, or WIP, which has involved several runs to the hardware store for appropriate tools, washers, etc., and a little "creative" language. I generally stay out of the way during these bursts of fix-it-iveness unless called upon to hold things, find things, or otherwise stand by at ready.

Stay tuned, folks! Optimism remains high...