My plumbing has now been fixed, and it was definitely an adventure in owning an older home. The plumbing setup in this house is rather interesting, and even the plumber couldn’t be sure if it was an afterthought, if the house had been built without indoor plumbing and the plumbing added later or if it was built with plumbing but the plumbing was replaced/upgraded along the way. The house is from 1945, so you’d think there would be indoor plumbing by then, and it’s surrounded by older houses, so it’s one of the “new” houses on my block, but that’s a borderline time when it all depends on the budget of the person who built the house and how far out the city water had come by then. Now I’m considered on the edge of downtown, but this would have been “suburbs” in 1945. My house is on what used to be a large farming estate that was gradually sold off, but was one of the last lots sold, as the original manor house for the estate is three doors down. At one time, this was considered the country, but there are houses from the late 1800s and early 1900s surrounding my block, with the houses on my block (aside from the 1850s or so manor) mostly from the 1930s.

The problem turned out to be the bathtub drain that was connected badly with too short a pipe used as a connection between pipes, and whoever installed that had tightened it too much, probably to stop it from leaking, but that ended up breaking the washers, so it leaked even more. It probably didn’t show up on the inspection or in the first few months I lived here because it was holding, but with use that short pipe slid deeper into the connection, creating a gap. Of course, the part that had to be replaced was in the one spot that was hard to access. I was impressed that there was no swearing from the plumber as he stood on a stepstool in the basement and angled a wrench in to try to get it loose. There was some coaxing, and possibly a magic spell or two, as well as I think a few prayers, but no bad language. He was worried he’d have to cut out other pipes to access this part and then replace those pipes, but he managed to pull it off the “easy” (and less expensive) way. He was a little amazed at the “creativity” of some of the plumbing. It’s a good thing I’ve found a good plumber because I might need more help in the future. A lot of it looks like it was replaced when the house was restored, but this part looked like it was older. Not too old — it was PVC tubing, so that wasn’t from 1945 — but not done earlier this year. It might have been a relic from the previous owner, who also did some of the creative work to add central air and heat. I’ve thought it was weird being able to see all the plumbing from the house from the basement, but if this had happened in my house in Texas, they’d have had to cut into drywall.

Speaking of Texas, the Texas connection continues, as the plumber had also lived in the Dallas area. He knew my old neighborhood, and I knew of the place where he used to be a bartender.

Watching the plumber persuade the connections to loosen gave me the idea of a story about a plumbing wizard. That seems to me to be an appropriate use of magical power. Now I need to think of a plot.

And now I’m off to have an Autumn Adventure. I have a general idea of where to go and a paper map to back up the map on my phone that links to my car (since cell coverage can be spotty). I’m packing a lunch, bringing my hiking boots and heading into the western mountains, where fall color is supposed to be at its peak today and tomorrow. I’m also bringing my notebook, in case ideas strike me.