The sink...

Okay I know that I have spent my fair share of griping about the basement apartment... but we hit a new low. The sink is ... well... ill equipped to handle a pair of college kids. We have changed the strainers in our sink like twice, (they are heavy duty) and it still continues to clog. There is no food disposal, and we don't have a dishwasher so anything we want sanitary has to pass through the sink. Last time we waited a couple days, and then Grandma called a plumber (yes, we know we are spoiled). This time Sean and I agreed it was time to take matters into our own hands. Unfortunately "we" choose a week where Sean was packed with exams. (I don't do plumbing so, no.. this isn't some superwoman story.) By Friday we already had about 4 days of dishes backlogged from not being able to quickly drain the sink. Sean decided that the problem was just in the little dip part under the sink so he took it apart. Sounded logical at the time. By Sunday we were making covert missions to "borrow" a frozen pizza from Dr. Ludlow's residence because there was no possible way to cook anything else. The problem was somewhere further back and completely unreachable (although "we" had a plan so we just left the sink unfunctioning for a while). We had already used our "eating out" allocation for the month and were getting slightly desperate. By Tuesday we had nothing. I mean not a single bowl (possibly a mug) to eat cereal out of, not a plate to eat or cut anything on, not a clean knife within usable range, NOTHING. I began to feel really bad for all those college boys who don't know how to cook; we were living a lot like them. Luckily, the Ace hardware ( a smidgen of a building in Spanish Fork that mysteriously closed before 2p on Saturday --- anger---) was open, we bought a plumbers snake, and Sean worked his magic. I really wanted to take a picture today of the load of dishes (my camera is currently out of batteries!). But I can honestly say I spent 2 HOURS in front of the sink. Now I get giddy every time I walk into our pristine kitchen (Sean isn't home yet). The first couple times I couldn't help but sing Halleluya in my mind! You probably don't even think about this, like ever, but wow... running water (continously running and not stalling) is seriously a miracle. I may hate the basement sometimes, but I really am lucky to be alive, functioning, and in a mostly clean environment. I guess spending all that time really made me take stock... we are lucky kids, all of us.