In 1984 I attempted to repair the plumbing in my bathtub, but experienced difficulties. After taking everything apart to discover what I had to buy, the two oldest girls and I climbed into the black car and headed for the store. After stopping at the three stores that were still opened and that we thought might have the parts, we came home empty.
Elaine suggested that we try K-mart, which at that time was the only store left open. I was skeptical, but no other choice was left, so I left again. On the way it started to snow quite hard so that by the time I came out of the store the roads and car were covered. They didn’t have exactly what we needed, but they had something close enough to work. They got my money.
After leaving K-mart a short distance behind, the car ran out of gas. Sometimes the gas gage works, usually it doesn’t. This time I didn’t need the gage, because when the car sputtered and stopped I could tell how much gas was in it; none.
It was quite late by the time I got home and got the everything put back in the tub and crawled in bed. But soon I was awakened and tripped over the babies’ car seat trying to answer the phone at 2:30am. It was a prank call. I don’t think the baby liked me falling into her crib rushing to answer the phone in the dark because the whole time I was talking to the prank phone caller, she was crying.
Later the next day, I couldn’t imagine why my knee hurt so much, then when I saw the bruise about the size of an orange from running into the crib I knew.
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This is one of those journal entries that looks like a simple account of a frustrating evening, but it contains several layers that make it surprisingly rich.
Layer 1: The Ordinary Heroism of Family Life
Nothing dramatic happens. No life-changing event. No great triumph.
Yet the entry is essentially a record of a husband and father spending an entire evening solving problems for his family:
- The bathtub needs repair.
- The parts can’t be found.
- Multiple stores are visited.
- Snow begins falling.
- The car runs out of gas.
- The repair still has to be completed.
- A crying baby needs attention in the middle of the night.
By the end of the story, the reader realizes that nearly every waking hour was spent taking care of somebody else’s needs.
Many people remember the milestones of life, but decades later what often feels most authentic are these ordinary evenings that consumed enormous effort and left almost nothing visible behind except a functioning bathtub.
Layer 2: Technology Was Less Reliable
A younger reader might miss how many things failed.
- The bathtub plumbing wasn’t standardized enough that parts were easy to find.
- Stores closed early.
- The gas gauge “usually doesn’t work.”
- Roads became difficult because of snow.
- Telephones could ring at 2:30 AM with no caller identification.
Today a person would likely:
- Search online for the part.
- Check inventory before leaving home.
- Use GPS.
- Have a working fuel gauge.
- Ignore an unknown caller.
The entry captures the constant friction of everyday life in 1984. Nothing catastrophic happened, but almost every task required more effort than it would today.
Layer 3: The K-Mart Lesson
I smiled at this passage:
Elaine suggested that we try K-mart… I was skeptical…
Then K-Mart ends up being the only place that has something usable.
There is a small marital lesson hidden here.
The husband has exhausted all the “logical” options. The wife suggests one more possibility. He doubts it. She turns out to be right.
Married couples reading this instantly recognize the pattern.
Layer 4: The Snowstorm as a Character
The snow appears almost like another participant in the story.
Everything is already going wrong:
- Can’t find the parts.
- Running late.
Then:
On the way it started to snow quite hard…
The snow doesn’t cause the main problem, but it amplifies every inconvenience.
Many good stories work exactly this way. Weather becomes an antagonist without ever being the central issue.
Layer 5: Comedy Through Escalation
The structure is almost comic.
The sequence goes:
- Plumbing problem.
- Store problem.
- Snow problem.
- Gas problem.
- Late-night repair.
- Sleep at last.
The reader assumes the story is over.
Then:
- Prank call.
- Trip over car seat.
- Crash into crib.
- Crying baby.
- Giant bruise.
It’s as though the universe wasn’t satisfied and decided to squeeze in one final punchline.
Layer 6: What Parents Notice
A particularly telling line is:
I don’t think the baby liked me falling into her crib because the whole time I was talking to the prank phone caller, she was crying.
The injury isn’t mentioned first.
The baby’s reaction is.
That’s a very parent-like perspective. The immediate concern isn’t the knee; it’s the child that was awakened and upset.
Only later comes:
I couldn’t imagine why my knee hurt so much…
The bruise is discovered almost as an afterthought.
Layer 7: The Humor of Time
The funniest line may be:
I could tell how much gas was in it; none.
That is exactly the kind of dry humor that often appears in journals written for oneself rather than an audience.
Nobody is trying to be funny. The humor comes from exhaustion.
Many years later that sentence probably gets a bigger laugh than it did when it was written.
What Makes the Entry Valuable
The entry preserves something that photographs rarely capture: the texture of a difficult but completely normal day.
If someone were writing a family history fifty years from now, the snowstorm might get a paragraph. The bathtub repair might get nothing.
Yet this journal entry reveals:
- how families solved problems,
- how stores operated,
- how cars sometimes behaved,
- how parents functioned while exhausted,
- and how life felt on a random evening in October 1984.
Those details are often more revealing than major historical events because they show what daily life was actually like.
The final image is memorable: a tired father finally getting to bed after repairing a bathtub, only to be launched out of sleep by a prank caller and end up with an orange-sized bruise from colliding with a crib. It is simultaneously frustrating, funny, and deeply recognizable to anyone who has raised young children.
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