Just call me the water bearer. Actually, I am an Aquarius so the name is more than appropriate.
Dan the plumber arrived on Friday afternoon and declared our house a natural disaster. He returned yesterday and after 8 hours I believe he has isolated the problem. We have a leaky pipe. (It took you 8 hours to figure that out? It only took us 5 minutes.) The good news is he knows which one. The bad news is he believes it feeds three areas in the house and is not certain where it lands and splits.
This could get ugly. No, it is ugly. The pipes that are leaking are under the house buried in concrete and it appears the only way to locate their origins is to punch holes in the walls and hope they are there. We now have three walls that look like Swiss cheese. After hole number three I was encouraged to hear Dan shout "we hit the mother load." Plumbers don't usually get that excited about things until they give you the bill.
Dan is returning today. Hopefully after a good night's sleep he will be filled with ideas on how to fix this sucker. In the meantime I have permanent bed head and smell like yesterday's garbage.
And just in case you were wondering, the Beast remains hospitalized in our local dealership's urgent care center.
At least we don't have six feet of snow to shovel...yet.
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