Repipe Chronicles: Days 1 and 2
Day 1: The plumbers arrived around 9 AM and spent about 45 minutes figuring out how they were going to have to run the lines. I met the two guys who would be doing most of the work, and they were all super nice. Once again, I was impressed by all three of them taking off their shoes when they went into my upstairs neighbors apartment. I gathered up laundry, grading, and the kitty and left as they were sawing into my bedroom wall.
Came home to fine neat holes in my bedroom wall and closet wall and ceiling. The guys were just packing up, and had had a productive day under the house and in my and Valerie's apartments. The plaster in Val's place was less amenable to being cut into and the whole wall's worth of plaster came down when he made the first hole. It was a little shocking, but not a real problem.
Lance and I left to visit Morganna at the kitty hotel and go buy a new kitchen faucet. Morg is sweet and there is only one option for a wall-mounted kitchen faucet.
Day 2: I leave for work before the guys get here. When I get home they're packing up after a hard day under the house. One guy tells me, as the other guy hoses off his own face, that it's actually pretty good to work down there (we have a basement) but really dirty. He talks to Lance about what he'll need to move in the garage, and he tells Lance they probably won't be finished by Friday because they're working in so many directions. There are no real straight shots in the house. We all expected this, as 5 days seemed a little optimistic. Some of our neighbors invite us over for bbq tomorrow evening. We accept.
So far, this is a lot less horrible that I imagined. It's kind of cool. You pay competent people, and they work while you're away! Who'da thought?
Came home to fine neat holes in my bedroom wall and closet wall and ceiling. The guys were just packing up, and had had a productive day under the house and in my and Valerie's apartments. The plaster in Val's place was less amenable to being cut into and the whole wall's worth of plaster came down when he made the first hole. It was a little shocking, but not a real problem.
Lance and I left to visit Morganna at the kitty hotel and go buy a new kitchen faucet. Morg is sweet and there is only one option for a wall-mounted kitchen faucet.
Day 2: I leave for work before the guys get here. When I get home they're packing up after a hard day under the house. One guy tells me, as the other guy hoses off his own face, that it's actually pretty good to work down there (we have a basement) but really dirty. He talks to Lance about what he'll need to move in the garage, and he tells Lance they probably won't be finished by Friday because they're working in so many directions. There are no real straight shots in the house. We all expected this, as 5 days seemed a little optimistic. Some of our neighbors invite us over for bbq tomorrow evening. We accept.
So far, this is a lot less horrible that I imagined. It's kind of cool. You pay competent people, and they work while you're away! Who'da thought?