Grey Water

My airconditioner produces a large amount of water. It pulls it out of the air in my home and dumps it down a hole in the floor in my basement.  I have no basis for comparison to know if this is normal or okay.

I really wasn't aware of how much water it was magically pulling out of the air using only electricity and harmful greenhouse gasses until I blocked off the hole in my basement floor (that looks like a drain but I still have my doubts) durring some alleged remodeling.  I put the hose in a bucket.  The kind of bucket that has gradient markings that do not relate to any kind of actual volume measuring guidelines we use on the planet earth.  Just arbitrarily counting by tens from the bottom of the green limp plastic bucket to the to brim.

It is producing 20-40 somethings every 24 hours.  Which is physically a lot of water to carry across the basement to a slop sink where I'm dumping it down what I know for certain is a drain.

When you are billed for your water by the utility companies they are charging you for the amount of metered water you use in your home.  They take that number and estimate how much is going down your drains and bill you again for that service.

By creating water to pour down my drains that isn't metered I found a way to stick it to the man.  They can't bill me for sewage use that they don't know I'm using.

That's not really good enough for me.  Sure I like sticking it to the man, he deserves it.  It's just such a waste to make all this water that isn't doing anything but joining other waste and eventually being released into our river (I can't back that up but it sure seems like how the process works).

I need to engineer a system that takes that water and uses it (probably with more electricity) in a positive way.  If I could get it up and out of my house into a container that could later use to water my lawn, plants or some day a garden, that would be using unmetered (essentially free (not including the electricity)) water.

Now I have to start planning this system.

*buckets pictured are not actual buckets being used, but very close.

Water bug

Just like his parents, Paulie loves the water.

I've lost my Thursday pants.

We're finishing our basement which is where we plan to move our bedroom and where we currently do our laundry. Last weekend we unhooked the washer and dryer (which were ten feet away from each other in the current set up). It had been a long time dream of ours to upgrade these appliances since we'd had them from before we were married twelve years ago.

We've been without a hooked up washer for less than a week, that's how I know my Thursday pants aren't just in a hamper somewhere from last Thursdays adventures.

We nearly went mad price comparison shopping for a washer and dryer at our big box and DIY stores locally and online. Luckily we found a pair of grayish LG Steam washer/dryer and made them ours. Home Depot had an exceptional deal on a clearanced floor model that appear flawless. On our journey to our purchase we had to deal with a slimy HH Gregg guy. I hate those kinds of stores, I hate salesmen, I hate people and worse of all I love stuff which always makes these interactions so unavoidable.

Trying to buy appliances online is a nightmare. We wanted to look online to see what we could buy in the store and at least for washers and dryers the field is too wide on the function list to have any clue what you need/want. Sadly just like when we bought our Mariner it came down to color and one or two features. The feature we decided we couldn't live without was the steam.

Friday in the office is Jean day or Casual-Casual day (as every other day has the misnomer of being Business Casual). All of which are just a rouse to imitate a luxurious reward of comfort under the guise of continued oppression. However Thursday is "push the limits" day, where I wear a forbidden pair of cargo pants. These are more or less green khaki that have had extra pockets sewn on very near the knees. They are not of the absolute verboten variety that are baggy, wringkly, adorned with big floppy pockets, eyelets, drawstrings, elastic cuffs and all manner of fastening mechanisms. And for two years or so these Thursday pants have gone unnoticed by the fashion oppression police. They are my silent rage against the machine. Today, on this thursday, they are missing.

I would hope that they are gone because a wave of anarchy free'd them from their slavery. Worst case scenario my compulsive obsessive chocolate labrador has them held up in whatever hidey hole he keeps his precious fabrics. He humps blankets and pillows but clothing, clothing he protects and hordes with his life. You will lose blood if you come between something that you used to wear and he now considers his. That's a dark tale we can talk about some other time, right now I have to lament the loss of my rebellion.

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The things you forget when you stop being a content creator and start working for a living and the safety and comfort of your family. Life choices. Blah blah blah.