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Home ownership has brought with it more that a few repair issues, most of which (luckily) I have been able to resolve on my own. The few repair people I’ve had come out either did service I didn’t dare try (like replace the air conditioner), or couldn’t do alone (install the carpet) or that I just didn’t know enough about (who knew you had to clear a clogged drain from the roof?). I laid all the floor tile, installed a bathtub and tile surround, installed the garbage disposal - and replaced it five years later when it died, fixed leaks, patched holes and a million other little niggling things. But somehow I never get it all done, and that holds especially true with plumbing. When I moved in all of my water was supplied by well and I quickly learned how to repair the system because it had an annoying habit of going on the fritz at the least appropriate times, like when you really needed to take a shower or flush a toilet. A few years ago city water was installed (excluding irrigation) and I was able to get rid of most of the well equipment. But the new water presented a new problem ... increased pressure. Increased pressure and bad pipes. I had inadvertently purchased a home plumbed with plastic pipes that had been recalled years ago. At the time the Dow company was paying to have homes re-plumbed I was still living in apartment bliss. By the time I purchased my home it was already well beyond the class-action dates, ie ‘tough luck sister’. Oddly enough, it never has never leaked in the attic where access to it is easier (note that I didn’t say easy), rather it is has always leaked somewhere that I must rip out drywall or tile, I suspect to help me keep my drywall talents up to snuff. Lately, though, the plumbing has been rather quiet, or should I say gathering strength for an all fronts assault. One of the outside hose bibs is leaking more water out the seal than goes down the hose. A mostly easy fix, except that the last time something burst I didn’t reinstall the water shut off for the house, so to fix one I must first fix the other. Last night, while watering the roses, the fitting that the well head hose bib threads into split right down the side – waltzing waters indeed! Fixing this will require more hands (I know because we’ve done it before) and a weekend day, so I killed the system till then. And when I gave up and went inside, I discovered that the cold water line feeding the kitchen sink had joined the fray. I’m not sure what to expect when I get home tonight, though images of cats clinging to floating furniture and the dog paddling through the living room certainly come to mind. So this weekend, if you’d like to learn a little about plumbing (and cursing) feel free to drop by. I expect I’ll be offering free clinics all weekend - schnort!