January 01, 2007
Bad things often happen in threes, and I thought I had counted my three. Apparently, if you fix any of the three things too quickly, you are in line for the next bad thing. I was working fervently on finishing the trim today, while Annie and her friend Samantha played and wrote on most of the outdoors with sidewalk chalk (trees, rocks, retaining walls, gates, the deck)... At one point they came in to use the bathroom (together). Annie came out and said the toilet wasn't working. I was afraid that I knew what it was, and I was right.
There is a clog in the sewer line. I have a big plumbing snake, which has never earned its keep. When I went to get it out of the garage, I was shaking my head. I knew that I would spend a half hour, at least, getting crap (literally) all over me, and would not be able to get the clog to release. Sure enough... Keep in mind that any fluid that gets put into the sewer system currently has only one way out: the unbuilt master bathroom. The plugs for the shower drain and toilet drain were not intended to have to deal with this level of fluid. There will be a lot more subfloor to replace when I get to the bathroom remodel.
Fortunately, my new external house lights are pretty good, and I was able to shovel off the soil and grass from the septic access, and strangely enough the plumber answered his phone. Hopefully by tomorrow at around 10:00 am, the girls will be able to take the bath they were hoping for, and I will be able to take a shower. I also got ahold of the house cleaners, and have rescheduled their wonderful visit, just in case. Yeah, I know. That immediately makes you say, "you have house cleaners, screw you." That's fine, and I will humbly bow down to inferiority as long as you are a single parent working well over forty hours a week, and doing major remodeling to your house. If not, I think I can take you.
Well, I'm still hoping to cut some more pieces of ceiling trim before the girls go to bed, so I'd better go. I've been dealing with work stuff for the last half hour or so, so time is a wastin'.
Need to build an outhouse...
There is a clog in the sewer line. I have a big plumbing snake, which has never earned its keep. When I went to get it out of the garage, I was shaking my head. I knew that I would spend a half hour, at least, getting crap (literally) all over me, and would not be able to get the clog to release. Sure enough... Keep in mind that any fluid that gets put into the sewer system currently has only one way out: the unbuilt master bathroom. The plugs for the shower drain and toilet drain were not intended to have to deal with this level of fluid. There will be a lot more subfloor to replace when I get to the bathroom remodel.
Fortunately, my new external house lights are pretty good, and I was able to shovel off the soil and grass from the septic access, and strangely enough the plumber answered his phone. Hopefully by tomorrow at around 10:00 am, the girls will be able to take the bath they were hoping for, and I will be able to take a shower. I also got ahold of the house cleaners, and have rescheduled their wonderful visit, just in case. Yeah, I know. That immediately makes you say, "you have house cleaners, screw you." That's fine, and I will humbly bow down to inferiority as long as you are a single parent working well over forty hours a week, and doing major remodeling to your house. If not, I think I can take you.
Well, I'm still hoping to cut some more pieces of ceiling trim before the girls go to bed, so I'd better go. I've been dealing with work stuff for the last half hour or so, so time is a wastin'.
Need to build an outhouse...