Didjaever…have one of those weekends where you feel like you would have been better off staying at work all weekend?
Didjaever…start a project. Plan it all out to the “T”. Calculate, measure it all up, check it three times and you still end up missing parts or it doesn’t go right?
Didjaever…change your plans twice in the same weekend because more than one thing didn’t go as planned?
If you answered “yes” to any of the above, then you too have had that grand phenomenon called a Didjaever Weekend.
My Didjaever Weekend started like most Didjaever Weekends do. It started Friday with a fairly concerned call from my mom. They took the camper out to Tionesta camping for the week, but she forgot one important bag containing things they really needed. This started things off on a bad foot because last call I got from her when they were camping, was when my dad collapse while setting up the camper. He spent several days in the hospital. He has been having knee problems lately, so I thought “Oh boy! I’m going to be running up to the hospital again. Fortunately, this time I only had to track down a couple friends who were going up to visit on Saturday.
I had plans to fix a couple cracks that were allowing water into my basement on Saturday Morning, then racetrack on Saturday Night.
Problem one: My outside spigot for water has been broken since last winter and I never fixed it. Oh well, its just a connector. No biggie, I’ll fix it before doing the crack patch. I had to hunt all over creation to find someone who had the size connector I needed. Problem one: Resolved.
Problem 2: The crack is not just down along the stairs and across below the down spout. No! It extends 5 feet beyond the downspout and is 3/4 inches wide. Good thing I bought the big bucket of crack patch mix! Again, no real biggie. Same process I had planned on using just a lot longer to complete. Problem 2: Resolved about 6:30 pm. Could still make the races, but now I’m tired and it looks like its going to storm.
On a bright note, I came inside and began a new character in Anarchy Online. I got most of the way off Noob Island myself, but forgot a couple key components that you need to get during your time there. No problem. Vince reminded me where to find them. Thanks again for your patience while I learn and sometimes relearn. We twinked (added things) on my character for a couple minutes after I got through, but then decided to bring my normal character back in so that we could actually play and gain some points etc. I think we ended somewhere around midnight or 12:30.
I got up this morning found water in my basement. No… not water from the cracks outside. That area seemed quite dry even though it rained fairly hard most of the night. I took a shower and proceded with my morning. Later, I noticed the water was worse and it seemed to be coming from my shower drain or spigot. I narrowed it down to the spigot. I found the plastic pipe cracked that runs from the valve out. Greaaaat! (Not really).
I guess I should throw a little side note in here. The guy that owned the house before me rented it out. He let the tenant do alot of the work. You see some really interesting things when you start working on this house.
The plumbing appears to have been made up of whatever scrap the tenant found in someone else junk pile. There is a mix of copper, steel, brass and plastic. Its hard to tell sometimes what they used to hold it together. In the case of today’s leak, it was a copper adapter held by glue into a plastic fitting. I don’t think you’ll find that in any “Time-Life Quick Home Repair Plumbing” Book. I don;t even think they put that kind of slop in “Plumbing Repairs for DUMBIES”. I’m not a professional plumber, but my connections don’t leak and I know what should and shouldn’t be put together.
Anyway, to get back on track here. I sat down and planned out how many elbows, what length of pipe, what connectors and such I would need to replace the broken piece and to change the shower back to copper and put a new shower head on. Got my list… off to Lowe’s I go!
I returned home and began my fairly simple task. I won’t even need to shut off the water because both connection I want to work on are past the shower/tub valves and shouldn’t be hard to get apart. Yep! You guessed it!! The bozos have them glued. Brass fittings adapted to copper adapters GLUED to plastic pipe. In the process of applying my selvet mass to the stubborn connector, the plastic pipe explodes off the shower head. No problem, its getting replaced. Almost simultaneously, as I’m looking up, the plastic hot water line explodes into pieces.
Two things immediately go through my mind: 1) &$@!!!!! That’s HOT! (Hot water tank is less than 8 linear feet of pipe from the valve where I’m working) and 2) Get to the basement and shut off the hotwater to the line before the bathroom floods. (I did install valves to shut off water to the tub without shutting down the whole house.) I am now trying to get the hot shirt off. Not only did I get sprayed when the line broke. A water fall of hot water was tumbling down over the valve just below when I got there to shut it off. I guess adjusting my water pressure to safe levels from the 140 psi it was and lowering the temperature to recommended guidelines saved me some skin today, literally.
I mop up the water and change shirts. Back to Lowe’s I go to get parts to repair the line that blew. Frazzled, but still taking time to list my needed components, I leave Lowe’s sound in the feeling that I will not have any plastic pipe left in the line when I’m finished tonight. Yeah… Riiiiiiiiiiiiight! I forgot to pick up two of the adapters I needed. Fortunately, I did have one that worked that was left over from another project. The hot water line is now completely copper. The cold water line has an 18 inch piece of plastic that will hold until I get back up to get another connector.
Finally, about 11:30 pm, I finished cleaning the shower and installing the new shower head. It has a massage feature and can run both the hand held wand and the shower head at the same time. I mounted the wand bracket just at the right height so that the massage will hit the troublesome part of my back. I packed up my tools, rehung the shower curtain and decided that I ached so bad that it was time to try out my craftsmanship. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I sit here now writing this while I wait for the meds to kick in so that I can sleep. My back is telling me that I should have paid a professional brick layer and a plumber to do these tasks. I spent about $300 bucks to buy the stuff. Pros would have cost me alot more than that, plus their labor, especially on a weekend.
I’ll let you know if I can move in the morning.