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Jeff, my darling husband, diggin' in for the long haul. Also know as the poop-shoot, loo-line, sh*tter or sewer-line. He's my hero.

So from the looks of this picture, it's hard to get down in there. Both Jeff and Mark spent the better part of two days in the bowels of our abode.
Mark told Jeff that he needed to demo the wall in our bathroom and clear out the old cast-iron pipes. No sooner had Jeff heard these sweet, sweet words and he was off like a folly at the race track.

And this was the intended damage done. Bu-bye.
This is one of the two clean-out locations on our property. A feature to ensure we have a functioning line. Unfortunately, this line was still connected to the old system. It took some digging but eventually the boys hollowed out around the culprit, tied off the old and married in the new.

Crawl-space, aka: the gnome-hole.
Supplies. I have now befriended the local hardware store owner. Jim and I became better acquainted during an emergency visit. We needed a plunger; this puts us past the awkward stage.
The next phase to this project was to have a plumbing company come out and clear the line. We were told by an inspector that the sewer-line closest to the street is clogged, common when an older house sits vacant for a period of time. We have spoken to our neighbors who have had to do this periodically. The events that unfolded warrant another blog post. Coming soon!!!!!
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