not three every 365 days.
The joys of home ownership . . . are rather lacking when major home repairs or appliance replacement kick in. I know The Rule of Threes is a superstition [taps wood] and that humans tend to excel at finding patterns where none exist. So perhaps that’s why I thought to myself “roof makes three, we’re done for a while!” Alas, the Fickle Finger of Fate went “flick!” at Fortuna’s wheel and so Redquarters is getting yet another major plumbing repair.
It started with “we really need to get the end of the house leveled or we won’t be able to use the fire-escape door.” We’ve been watering that end of the house for a while (h/t Matt G for the idea) but the time had come. The leveling guy came and Dad casually observed that some more tiles in the utility room seemed to be heaving. Foundation dude: Sir, that’s more of a plumbing leak. It was, and it required excavating under both slabs to get to the busted pipe. Then they can level the secondary slab, and put the dirt back, and so on.
At least it will only take out the cooking and laundry end of the house for three or four days. We can still flush and shower. I can deal with paper plates and using the local laundromat. Flushing is a necessity. (The two ends of the house are two separate water and outflow systems. I’ll spare you the gory details of why this came about. Suffice to say, it’s been a blessing over the years.)
RedQuarters is starting to remind me of “grear-grandfather’s ax.” It’s had two heads and four handles, “but it’s the original ax!”