05-05-2009, 06:10 AM
I had this dream of buying a new camera way out of my price range. A good dream especially when you are broke.
The Queen called to tell me the pilot light had gone out of the water heater. Since, I was in Saratoga at the time, I tried to tell her how to light the water heater myself. Which is a good trick, because I can barely remember how to do it. She decided to wait for my return.
I had this dream that it would be no big deal.
Since The Queen had been without water for two days and was surrounded by piles of angry laundry and dirty dishes, my first stop after petting the puppy was the basement. I'm always amazed what I find down there. This time it was this four inch thick paste covering the floor. I don't know what caused it but it was nasty. Later consultation with the Queen determined the mystery substance to be cat litter. It must have taken massive amounts of water to make it swell that much.
I have had this reccurring problem with the main drain of the house. Roots grow down from the flower bed and block the line. The last time this happened we put an access hole in the yard for easier reach of the weeds. It must be time to ream that out again.
I had this dream I could just pour chemicals down and dissolve the roots.
I decided not to go to the RotoRooter man first. I was going to use natures chemicals to get rid of the problem. It only cost Thrirty bucks for the two bottles. While the Queen was away I could let those chemicals do their magic.
During the first load of laundry, I heard the familiar gurgle from the bathtubs which signifies something amiss in our drains. I headed to the basement. There was a massive stream of water gushing out of one the pipes over the waterheater. I now know what put out the pilot light.
I dreamed the Rooter Man would get the job done in a jiffy.
Mike my plumber showed up on Thursday. It's a bad sign when you are on a first name basis with a plumber. I figured this job was going to be no sweat. I had the outflow in the yard. He could snake down the pipe and clear the clog in an instant. The Queen could begin her battle anew with the laundry.
Two hours later, I was talking with an unhappy plumber. When the plumber is unhappy it quickly follows, you will join him in his unhappiness. Mike had tried two different bits on the end of his pipe snake. One came back with a solid mass of roots. But he couldn't bust through what was causing the problem. He tried to dig passed the problem for two solid hours, but no luck. I knew what was coming before he said it, but I let him speak anyway.
We needed to dig up the yard and open the pipe. We needed to hire the video guy to find out where the plug was so we didn't have to dig up the whole yard. I was into Mike for $140. The video guy was going to cost me another two hundred. I was getting the Mike the plumber discount and was going to save fifty bucks.
Mike said it was going to cost between six hundred and nine hundred to replace the pipe in the yard. I was figuring on six. I'm sure he figured on nine.
I had a dream it would be easy to find the pipe.
The video guy came and spotted where the clog in the pipe was. Naturally it was under the brick wall at the base of the yard. At first he wrote down that it was only 19 inches beneath the surface. Then he re-calibrated and changed it to three feet below the surface.
In order to save a few pence, I decided to start the hole. It took me two hours and a lot of doubt before I finally found the pipe. But there it was. And just as I found it, my plumbers showed up. This was going to be easy. They needed to clear away some more dirt in order to get at the pipe and allow for water leakage. I figured I could go into the house while they finished up. The Queen would be doing laundry in no time.
An hour later the Plumber's helper knocked on the door. He had something to show me. He had broken the clay pipe and could now see what the problem was. I could too. Inside the pipe was solid roots. From the looks of the blockage, I couldn't tell how any water ever got through the pipe. No amount of pulling would free the roots, either. The hole was going to have to be bigger. They were going to have to dig on both sides of the brick wall. They were going to need another digger. Mike hadn't figured on it being this much work. The price was now between twelve hundred and fifteen hundred dollars. Once again, I hoped for twelve. He knew it would be fifteen.
I dreamed again of buying a really expensive camera.
Mike had to go to another appointment. The two plumbers helpers continued to dig in the yard. I was at the computer when the next bad knock came at the front door. They had reached the pipe on the lawn side of the brick yard. It turns out there was a break in the pipe. As matter of fact there was a foot offset between the upper and lower ends of the pipe.
It occurred to me that the last time I was having problems with the pipe, they might have come across this problem. But no, the last plumbers said they cleared the line by removing the roots under the flower bed and adding in the new opening. I'm guessing they were wrong.
Meanwhile, they had also opened the hole all the way to the street. Our hole stopped but the roots kept going. I tried cutting and pulling them out, but the roots liked their home. They weren't going anywhere.
I called the city. They had recently opened up the sewer in front of my house and replaced the main line. I questioned why didn't they see such a horrible infestation from my pipe when they replaced their pipe. I got the shoulder shrug from the city. The workers who came out commiserated but said it wasn't really their job.
Mike finally returned from his other appointment. The plumbers helpers had new pipe from the break to the street. I questioned the wisdom of sealing off the pipes until the roots under the street had been cleared. I was thinking that in order to clear those roots, I'd have to get a street contractor to open the street.
I dreamed of backhoes and guys with signal flags closing my street.
Mike had a solution. The video guy also had a high pressure water blaster that could cut through the roots. We could use that rather than cut through the street. The video guy could be there in the morning with his super equipment.
I dreamed of being a plumber.
The video guy and his helper, Mike and his helper and myself stood around the access pipe in anticipation. The Video guy fed his high pressure down into the pipe. I didn't see how he could force that little hose through the mass of roots. It turns out the cutting head also used two jets of water firing back to drive the head forward.
The video showed the tale. There were roots for another ten feet into the pipe. It was completely clogged for six feet then began to thin out. In more ways than one I was looking at the end of the tunnel.
I dreamed of my expensive camera.
In the end, I spent more on the plumbing than I would have on the camera, but not by much. If at the beginning of the week someone had asked me how I wanted to spend almost three thousand dollars, I wouldn't have gone with the digging up my yard option. I would have gone camera. Who knows what next week will bring.
You can see video of the pipe on my facebook page.
The Queen called to tell me the pilot light had gone out of the water heater. Since, I was in Saratoga at the time, I tried to tell her how to light the water heater myself. Which is a good trick, because I can barely remember how to do it. She decided to wait for my return.
I had this dream that it would be no big deal.
Since The Queen had been without water for two days and was surrounded by piles of angry laundry and dirty dishes, my first stop after petting the puppy was the basement. I'm always amazed what I find down there. This time it was this four inch thick paste covering the floor. I don't know what caused it but it was nasty. Later consultation with the Queen determined the mystery substance to be cat litter. It must have taken massive amounts of water to make it swell that much.
I have had this reccurring problem with the main drain of the house. Roots grow down from the flower bed and block the line. The last time this happened we put an access hole in the yard for easier reach of the weeds. It must be time to ream that out again.
I had this dream I could just pour chemicals down and dissolve the roots.
I decided not to go to the RotoRooter man first. I was going to use natures chemicals to get rid of the problem. It only cost Thrirty bucks for the two bottles. While the Queen was away I could let those chemicals do their magic.
During the first load of laundry, I heard the familiar gurgle from the bathtubs which signifies something amiss in our drains. I headed to the basement. There was a massive stream of water gushing out of one the pipes over the waterheater. I now know what put out the pilot light.
I dreamed the Rooter Man would get the job done in a jiffy.
Mike my plumber showed up on Thursday. It's a bad sign when you are on a first name basis with a plumber. I figured this job was going to be no sweat. I had the outflow in the yard. He could snake down the pipe and clear the clog in an instant. The Queen could begin her battle anew with the laundry.
Two hours later, I was talking with an unhappy plumber. When the plumber is unhappy it quickly follows, you will join him in his unhappiness. Mike had tried two different bits on the end of his pipe snake. One came back with a solid mass of roots. But he couldn't bust through what was causing the problem. He tried to dig passed the problem for two solid hours, but no luck. I knew what was coming before he said it, but I let him speak anyway.
We needed to dig up the yard and open the pipe. We needed to hire the video guy to find out where the plug was so we didn't have to dig up the whole yard. I was into Mike for $140. The video guy was going to cost me another two hundred. I was getting the Mike the plumber discount and was going to save fifty bucks.
Mike said it was going to cost between six hundred and nine hundred to replace the pipe in the yard. I was figuring on six. I'm sure he figured on nine.
I had a dream it would be easy to find the pipe.
The video guy came and spotted where the clog in the pipe was. Naturally it was under the brick wall at the base of the yard. At first he wrote down that it was only 19 inches beneath the surface. Then he re-calibrated and changed it to three feet below the surface.
In order to save a few pence, I decided to start the hole. It took me two hours and a lot of doubt before I finally found the pipe. But there it was. And just as I found it, my plumbers showed up. This was going to be easy. They needed to clear away some more dirt in order to get at the pipe and allow for water leakage. I figured I could go into the house while they finished up. The Queen would be doing laundry in no time.
An hour later the Plumber's helper knocked on the door. He had something to show me. He had broken the clay pipe and could now see what the problem was. I could too. Inside the pipe was solid roots. From the looks of the blockage, I couldn't tell how any water ever got through the pipe. No amount of pulling would free the roots, either. The hole was going to have to be bigger. They were going to have to dig on both sides of the brick wall. They were going to need another digger. Mike hadn't figured on it being this much work. The price was now between twelve hundred and fifteen hundred dollars. Once again, I hoped for twelve. He knew it would be fifteen.
I dreamed again of buying a really expensive camera.
Mike had to go to another appointment. The two plumbers helpers continued to dig in the yard. I was at the computer when the next bad knock came at the front door. They had reached the pipe on the lawn side of the brick yard. It turns out there was a break in the pipe. As matter of fact there was a foot offset between the upper and lower ends of the pipe.
It occurred to me that the last time I was having problems with the pipe, they might have come across this problem. But no, the last plumbers said they cleared the line by removing the roots under the flower bed and adding in the new opening. I'm guessing they were wrong.
Meanwhile, they had also opened the hole all the way to the street. Our hole stopped but the roots kept going. I tried cutting and pulling them out, but the roots liked their home. They weren't going anywhere.
I called the city. They had recently opened up the sewer in front of my house and replaced the main line. I questioned why didn't they see such a horrible infestation from my pipe when they replaced their pipe. I got the shoulder shrug from the city. The workers who came out commiserated but said it wasn't really their job.
Mike finally returned from his other appointment. The plumbers helpers had new pipe from the break to the street. I questioned the wisdom of sealing off the pipes until the roots under the street had been cleared. I was thinking that in order to clear those roots, I'd have to get a street contractor to open the street.
I dreamed of backhoes and guys with signal flags closing my street.
Mike had a solution. The video guy also had a high pressure water blaster that could cut through the roots. We could use that rather than cut through the street. The video guy could be there in the morning with his super equipment.
I dreamed of being a plumber.
The video guy and his helper, Mike and his helper and myself stood around the access pipe in anticipation. The Video guy fed his high pressure down into the pipe. I didn't see how he could force that little hose through the mass of roots. It turns out the cutting head also used two jets of water firing back to drive the head forward.
The video showed the tale. There were roots for another ten feet into the pipe. It was completely clogged for six feet then began to thin out. In more ways than one I was looking at the end of the tunnel.
I dreamed of my expensive camera.
In the end, I spent more on the plumbing than I would have on the camera, but not by much. If at the beginning of the week someone had asked me how I wanted to spend almost three thousand dollars, I wouldn't have gone with the digging up my yard option. I would have gone camera. Who knows what next week will bring.
You can see video of the pipe on my facebook page.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit