My nephews and my BiL are professional plumbers and very good one so that means they are busy. I hate to distract them from their schedules and I am not going to insult them by hiring somebody else. It means I HAVE to tackle crap like this.
However, I am not allowed to do any other type of plumbing since I truly suck at it and even make it dangerous when it is not supposed to be.
Got it. I have helped friends with roofing and septic tank repairs. My age and being on hands & knees in the case of roofing work and elbow deep in the case of septic work have made me believe that hiring out some jobs out is just the right thing for me.
And I won't climb up on a ladder to do chainsaw work anymore either. Long story.
Short version of ling story: When I was a very young teen, we were too broke to call plumbers, etc. I became a rather adept handyman. Mom found a book on home repair. I also developed "scrounge" and "haggle". Pipes, gas lines, appliances, wiring, motors, all became my fifdom. I had lists of who would loan what kind of tools. And who would teach or advise.
Not saying my work was "good" or "code" (laughs) but the place didn't burn down, and my repairs lasted decades, so "good enough".
The septic system suffered multiple failures one summer. I fixed it. Repeatedly. From the toilet to the leaching field, it got purged and rooted and unclogged and fixed. I dug that whole huge leaching field up, by hand with pick and shovel and wheelbarrow. Ultimately, I diverted storm water runoff from the road to blast out the yucch into the very already polluted creek.
Got lucky. Didnt get caught doing the hydraulic mining. Or get killed by the two big storms I needed to work during to pull it off. Got it all fixed.
Also rigged up a backyard shower because OMG did that all stink. Thus me. Because of course.
The system didn't fail before mom sold the place over 20 years later. And my heavens did I get strong that summer. Not big, but wow.
Why did you feel the need to put that image in my brain?
That's why people have money in their savings accounts, Miguel. There are some jobs that you just hire out to the professionals.
My nephews and my BiL are professional plumbers and very good one so that means they are busy. I hate to distract them from their schedules and I am not going to insult them by hiring somebody else. It means I HAVE to tackle crap like this.
However, I am not allowed to do any other type of plumbing since I truly suck at it and even make it dangerous when it is not supposed to be.
Got it. I have helped friends with roofing and septic tank repairs. My age and being on hands & knees in the case of roofing work and elbow deep in the case of septic work have made me believe that hiring out some jobs out is just the right thing for me.
And I won't climb up on a ladder to do chainsaw work anymore either. Long story.
The man writes all that and ends with "lunch" in the last sentence. An iron man, that Miguel. :-)
I feel your pain, having done the same myself.
Short version of ling story: When I was a very young teen, we were too broke to call plumbers, etc. I became a rather adept handyman. Mom found a book on home repair. I also developed "scrounge" and "haggle". Pipes, gas lines, appliances, wiring, motors, all became my fifdom. I had lists of who would loan what kind of tools. And who would teach or advise.
Not saying my work was "good" or "code" (laughs) but the place didn't burn down, and my repairs lasted decades, so "good enough".
The septic system suffered multiple failures one summer. I fixed it. Repeatedly. From the toilet to the leaching field, it got purged and rooted and unclogged and fixed. I dug that whole huge leaching field up, by hand with pick and shovel and wheelbarrow. Ultimately, I diverted storm water runoff from the road to blast out the yucch into the very already polluted creek.
Got lucky. Didnt get caught doing the hydraulic mining. Or get killed by the two big storms I needed to work during to pull it off. Got it all fixed.
Also rigged up a backyard shower because OMG did that all stink. Thus me. Because of course.
The system didn't fail before mom sold the place over 20 years later. And my heavens did I get strong that summer. Not big, but wow.
One does what one must.