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The plumber finally called Wednesday. There had been a miscommunication. He was not coming that day but was calling to schedule when he’d be out. I was…upset. But he said he’d come out Saturday. Fine. It was still sooner than anyone else.

We got the hot water tank, took out the old one, put the new one in its place, got everything for it all lined up and ready to go. Just waiting for water.

Got a new water pump, too.

No call Saturday morning so I call the plumber back. He’ll be here between 1 and 3. Plumbers are like the cable company, it seems. He calls and gets there at oh, I guess 3:15 or so. We show him the mess and I go back to the house. The cold and the walk (and the going up/down steps) had me in a lot of pain. Lorna braves the cold to help if needed and answer any questions. After a while, I go back down to see how it is going.

New pump is in place. New plumbing is in. But not the new plumbing I wanted. All he’s done is cut the old pipe and make it so it fit the new pump. He says he’d have to (blah blah) in order to fit the white pipe to the black pipe (the one that goes underground to the house). And the foot valve is fine. The old pump had a crack where the pipes had it in a bind from the work this summer. BUT does he replace the 20+ yr old foot valve? Nope, puts it right back in place. So all he does is cut a pipe, glue on a new connection, check the foot valve, and set the water pump. And he has the gonads to tell Lorna that it is not a job for homeowners to do. WTF? I tell him I wanted the pipe moved so we can lift the lid. He said to just lift it and pull it out instead of stand it upright. I laugh. I should have told him to do it to show me how.

Anyway, he gets the pump running, we pay the bill (not too bad, less than $150), and he leaves. We then hook up the hot water tank and await shower times. Except the water is taking forever to heat. We run the dishwasher because we have no dishes at all at this point. We also figure that the dishes would be safe to use the “new” water on, right?

Many hours later, I’m ready for bed and am ready for a long, hot shower. Except the hot water is kinda lukewarm. I go down to the cellar to check stuff out after looking some more stuff up on the ‘net. Everything checks out. The only difference is the old tank was set to 130F and this one is about 110F. I adjust that, recheck it all again, and we go to bed.

Lorna wakes me this morning to say the water in the pumphouse froze and the new pump is leaking. Twenty years we have lived here and it has never frozen. Even the butt-cold time of no power during the blizzard did not harm the pump. We turn off the pump and the hot water tank and think it over. We go to Lowes, get a heater, a cool temp-controlled timer, and some insulation. By the time we get back, it has thawed out and the pump works again and water gets to the house again. Except it is leaking at the pump. We get some wrenches (water pumps are metric, by the way) and tighten the bolts. The upper two are very very loose. After tightening them, the leak stops. There’s another leak over at the opposite end of the pipe the plumber messed with but it is minimal. We hook up the heater, close up the pump house, turn on the hot water tank, and watch football while waiting.

We have gloriously hot water now. We’ve washed a load of clothes and it is still hot. Yay!

In the morning, Lorna will go down to the pump house and see if it is warm enough. At some point this week, I’ll be putting in a new electric line for the water heater. I don’t mind working with electricity, I just am not happy doing it in a damp place, ya know?

Meanwhile, we’ll be asking around for names of reliable, non-chickenshit plumbers. Know of any in my area?

As I type this, I am waiting for a plumber to call.

We have a spring that is piped down to the corner of the property to a reservoir underground. Above this reservoir is a lid, a pump, a pressure tank. The lid is roughly 4×4 and is 4″ thick cement. Heavy SOB. We replaced the pump in ’05 (this post and the 4 that follow it) which was an adventure. The system works by the pump drawing water a few feet up from the reservoir, into the pressure tank, where it then sits and patiently waits for us to turn on a faucet. The pressure tank then pushes the water to the house and out the faucet. Simple, right. Well, not exactly…..

We will have lived here 20 years this January, it is expected that things are due for replacement. I just wish it hadn’t happened all at once.

It all started this summer. We had a friend who was doing odd jobs for us here like clearing the field, moving stuff, etc. We also had him raise the roof over the pump house and, while we were at it, we also got a new pressure tank. It also holds more water which means less work for the pump. And boy did we have better pressure! Holy cow! It was great! Then, not so great. This worked fine for a few months until one day I am in the shower and the water is kinda weak. Still flowing, but weak. The higher pressure had knocked some sediment off the pipes so we assumed the shower head was clogged. As I am showering, the water gets less and less then it slows to a trickle. After a few seconds, it comes back on and I rinse quickly. I mention this to Lorna and she cleans the shower head. It doesn’t happen for a few days then starts again. And again. Until we are taking very quick showers just so we get it done before the water stops. I call my bro to brainstorm and between us n00bs, we are thinking it is something to do with whatever is telling the pump to turn on when the pressure in the tank drops to a certain point. That something is, not surprisingly, called a pressure valve. Ours is located on the pump and was part of it when we bought it. Fine, I can replace that. Except the pump is against the wall and, you guessed it, that’s the side the valve is on.

Meanwhile, we’d realized our friend had never finished the roof on the pump house. I go down there to help Lorna assess the situation and that’s when I realize something he had done that is would later prove to be a BIG problem. The new pressure tank is bigger in physical size as well as capacity. It wouldn’t fit where the old one was so he had put it in another corner. Rather than get more pipe, he had used the scrap pieces we have around (I save all that stuff) and made the connection between the pressure tank and the pump. Problem is….he went at a direct angle across the lid to the reservoir. We have only raised this lid, oh, three times in 20 years.

Back to the problem at hand. When I see the angle of the pipe, I know we have to get this fixed and, frankly, I’m tired of redneck-engineering it. We knew we’d want to call a plumber to re-route it all and do it right. Fine. Except now I need to move the pump to get to the pressure valve which means disconnecting the Rube Goldberg mess down there. We did what we normally do. We procrastinated.

That would be fine except….another problem came up. On Thursday of last week, I saw that the water in the freshly flushed toilet looked kinda colored. We’d just had several days of constant rain. Twice over the years, the spring got muddy so I figured that was it. The bathroom cup is white so I used it to confirm the water color. Yep, kinda red (Carolina red clay, sigh). Then, the water spit like it had air in it. I reached behind me and flushed the toilet again. Air like mad then it settled down. In a few minutes, the water got clear. Ooookay. Later that night, it happened again. I hit the internet and consulted a friend and we figured out the problem.

The pump has a pipe that goes straight down into the reservoir and stops at about, oh, a foot or so above the bottom. On the end of the pipe is this cage like thing that I figured was, well, a cage like thing to keep critters from getting sucked up inside the pump. Gross but there you have it. Come to find out, no, that’s not just a cage like thing, it’s called a foot valve. What it does is opens when the pump sucks and closes when it stops. This keeps water in the pipe and in the pump, keeping it “primed”. Air in the line meant the foot valve was staying open, allowing air into the pump which then puts that air into the pressure tank. Following me so far? To make sure the reservoir actually had water in it (which would be another reason for air in the line), I take a stick and put it down the hole in the corner of the reservoir lid. It comes up wet at the appropriate space so we assume there’s enough water. We can’t lift the damn lid to look, after all.

Meanwhile, we are also looking to rule out a leak in the supply line. Early Saturday morning, Lorna goes down to the basement to start there and work her way down to the pump house to see if she can find a leak (it would be a soggy or soft area above the pipe where the leak is). What she found instead was…a very very leaky hot water tank. Yay. It was replaced, gee, well, hmm. A looooong time ago. We were so poor when it died, that a friend of ours (thank you Johanna!) not only loaned us the money to get it but went with us with her truck and helped us install it. We are thinking that the higher pressure (see the theme?) killed it maybe. We had always thought it would be way cool to get the hot water heater out of that wet cellar and up onto the porch but not this time. I’d love to move the water line out of there and seal the cellar for some archeologist to find someday.

Meanwhile, the water at the house is now more air than water. It is unusable except to flush the toilet because of the sediment. We go Saturday and buy a hot water heater. My god those things are expensive!! For just under $800, you can get one that has not only an LCD screen telling you the temp of the water, but it will also self-clean itself. No, it won’t do the windows but at that price, it should! We got a 50 gallon one for just under $300 that does not have an LCD screen and it does not clean itself (lazy bum). Our dead tank is a 40 gallon but we’d measured it first and there’s only a few inches in height difference. We get new pipes that are cloth (like fire hose) vs “flexible” copper.

Then Saturday night, the water stops completely. We are assuming the pump has lost its prime. Yay.

We got the water heater in place on Sunday. The water lines are loosely attached just to make sure it fits. I’ve not hooked it to the power yet. We realized that power line going to it is so very ancient. I will be running a new one as soon as the rest is done.

And Monday I called some plumbers until I found one who could be here this week. He should be calling soon with the time frame for him coming out today. Yay.

Meanwhile, Lorna’s car went in Friday (before this fun started) to get an axle replaced (a big problem with Subarus, or at least hers). After we get back from Lowes ($400 poorer) we get a phone call that her car needs a helluva lot more than just a single axle. By the time he is done, the bill is close to $800. And now we need the plumber (no freakin’ clue how much this will cost). Most likely we will replace the pump ($200) and the foot valve ($?) and then his labor costs (shudder). Lorna hit up her credit union savings account, her money market account, I deposited a royalty check I still had in my wallet, and we SHOULD have enough. If not, she gets paid Friday so we can always have him return then to finish.

Meanwhile, we gots no water. We have a trashcan under the gutter that we dip into for watering the flowers so we’re instead dipping into it to get water for the toilet. Lorna’s sponge bathing and hair washing at the post office and I, well, I’m shoo nasty. The dishwasher is full. The clothes basket is overflowing. And the dogs don’t like the bottled water we got from Ingles. Too damn bad, I told them. I don’t either.

So, yeah, fun fun. I’ll update y’all on the progress when/if any happens.

Meanwhile, donations accepted. (grin)

OH! By they way, I found a cool website that has helped tremendously with diagnosing the problem(s). Even if I can’t fix it myself, I will know if the plumber is trying to scam me. Inspectapedia.com. Awesome site. I’ve only really looked at the water system sections and wow, it’s got some great information.

Pecan tree outside the Rose Room/office window.

(taken with my ipod touch ’cause my camera batteries were dead)

Well, the deed is done. Only one guy came and it took him longer to lift that lid than it did to clean it out. He used two metal poles as well as one we had to lift the edge then put a 4×4 under one corner to hold it up (luckily, we had a few laying around left over from the ramp building escapades!). He said it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be (when I told him how long it had been, he winced and nodded) but then said the drain field was shot. We figured that much. He didn’t offer to fix it for us so I will believe what he said.

Because he just lifted one edge of the lid up, I didn’t get to see anything. Which is good.

We bought this house way back in ’92. And, in all that time, we’ve never had the septic tank emptied. Granted, with just two of us, it’s not high on the priority list but lately, whenever we shower, the toilet flushes itself and the sink gurgles. Not good. It’s either the septic tank or the bathroom plumbing is haunted. Really, it could go either way.

So since it has been 19 years and since we don’t know how long it was prior to that, we decided it was time. Houses that are not connected to city sewage systems have septic tanks and leach fields. Stuff goes in one end, heavy stuff settles, liquid stuff flows to the other half, then drains out the exit pipe leading to the leach field where Mama Nature does her thing. Over time, the heavy stuff needs to be removed. We add bacteria stuff to the system every month but even that is just prolonging the inevitable.

We have friends (yes, we have them) and Christie and Jack are two of them. They’re this cute het couple but we like them anyway. Jack is doing some work for us and one of the things I listed as needing to be done is finding an digging up the lid to the septic tank. Taking care of that part first saves us $50-90. So Monday, after several loads to the dump, Jack decides to do the septic location. He is a Jack of All Trades, literally. He had a job putting in septic tanks so he is very familiar with them. As most things with this house, nothing goes as planned.

Most tanks have two, smallish lids, roughly 2’x2′, one over the incoming pipe and one over the outgoing pipe. Jack locates the tank (yay!) then starts digging around looking for the lid. He said that the grass dying in that spot was because gasses leak from the lid and kills the grass. Not a good thing. He told me the size of the lid and I said the dead spot was much bigger than that. He digs down to the tank, figures out about where he is, then goes to the other end to dig out the incoming lid (the one that needs to be removed). He finds the edge finally. Finds the handle finally. But can’t find the other edges. After much digging, he finds another handle. Our lid is 4’x4′, half the size of the tank itself (which means, according to Jack, it was put in place in the ’70s). We just saved ourselves even more money because a lid that big would have cost even more to dig up, although it is less than a foot down.

Tomorrow morning, the septic suck ’em up guy comes and does his thing (for $185). We did as Jack said and told them how big the lid was and to bring an extra guy. Then Jack will come back on Friday and fill the hole back in. The Rose Room window overlooks this hole and I will have a good look at what they are doing from here. Not sure I want to, though.

Today, Jack and Lorna did another dump run or 2 and picked up a truck load of mulch. It was steaming as they unloaded it. They’ll pick up another load Friday I think. The list of stuff for Jack to do is long. And, the more we realize he actually knows what he is doing, the longer that list gets. We may actually get a front door!

View from the Rose Room/Office


The lid and it’s two massive handles

View toward the house. I took this one so we’d remember in 20yrs where it is.

Steaming, black mulch. And Jack.