plumbers | River's world…..

It’s bad enough I caught Covid.

And my husband caught Covid.

And it ruined my birthday.

And we had to cancel a trip.

And we were too sick to celebrate Christmas.

But now…

On New Years Eve?

Yup.

Our wicked expensive, wish we’d never bought it, heat pump equipped, fancy schmantsy water heater decided to die and we’ve been taking cold showers. This year is going out with a bang.

Literally… because I heard one.

Thank God for our always friendly, consistently reliable, there when you need them plumbers. They showed up 5 hours after I called and went right to work.

With no visible ass cracks. You have to love that.

Unfortunately the problem couldn’t be solved without talking to the water heater mothership and of course the manufacturer is closed for the holiday. But our guys gave us a temporary fix, and though we may have to go downstairs and flick the circuit back on ( it trips after running for a while ) … it’s better than cold showering.

They’ll be back at the end of the week.

And I’ll be ready for a cocktail.

Or two.

(And I sincerely hope it keeps raining today because that’s probably the only way I’m going to be able to take a shower.)

I woke up this morning, slowly and creaking because of my knee. The husband, who’s been underfoot since March … who hardly ever has to visit a client since working from home… left at 7:00am to visit a client.

And that’s when the proverbial waste product collided with the rotating blades.

I heard a noise.

And since I’m an anal retentive woman, every noise must be investigated. I tracked the noise to our ~~so filled with crap I never go down there anymore~~ cellar. Stairs are not my friend right now, but I hobbled down in pain and discovered it was the water pump.

(That’s the little blue doohickey to the right for the plumbing challenged among us.)

The water pump was running. For no reason. Cycling on and off every 15 seconds. This is not what you want a water pump to do. So I climbed back upstairs, slowly and with more than a few sound effects, to make sure nothing was turned on, running or leaking. Nothing was. I hobbled outside in the rain to make sure the outdoor faucet wasn’t left on. It wasn’t. Reaching the end of my diagnostic skills, I called our plumber.

No. That is definitely not me.

Miracle of all miracles he answered the phone and walked me through a few steps to check the problem. The pump is only 5 years old, the heater a mere 3. Nothing seemed to be wrong inside but when he had me go outside and check the well…

And I looked down inside..

The cap to our well was crooked and water was positively bubbling out of it. (picture taken later, sorry… no bubbles) ((The bag of sand was my husband’s answer to the well house blowing over in high wind. He might come to regret this quick fix, please stay tuned.))

When I explained what I saw, the plumber told me to run back down to the water pump (which didn’t happen because, ya know… torn meniscus) and shut power off to the water pump, water heater and recirculator. (another waste of money gadget the husband had to have which doesn’t make a bit of difference).

So I shut power off to everything because he thinks one of our pipes has cracked or broken.

Yeah. Big time. He doesn’t think it’s a pipe in the house, but rather one leading to the house… and that can’t be good.

Thankfully he’s coming this afternoon… so if you’re a person who prays? Please pray to the god of plumbing for a swift and easy fix for your dear friend River. And rest assured if there are any photos worth posting?