Soooo, we recently celebrated 30 years of living in our 72 year old house. And for most f them, I’ve been dodging the major renovations, because they ALWAYS snowball. I rebuilt th kitchen from scratch in 2001, and while it was 90% done in three months, the last 10 percent has moved at a glacial rate. Still not 100% as of today. (99%

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For several years now I’ve been getting the shpeal about doing the main bathroom. I swapped the sink and toilet and put down a floor as a show of good faith back in about ‘92. But that old porcelain tub had long since gone through the end of its shiny layer. Not seeing cast iron yet, but certainly past it’s days.
When I built the new bathroom at the shop, which I absolutely love, I knew the clock was ticking. So I agreed to start in the spring. We dutifully went off to the local big box home improvement store to order a custom window, because something told me we should have that in hand before we started. Sure enough, they screwed up the order not once, not twice, but three times.
I made the call to do my friend Sam’s roof out in the desert while we were waiting for the window, which of course turned out to be a really good call, as April temps in Ridgecrest were already hitting 3 digits. When we finally got the window, we were only six weeks out from my big road trip, and Tina didn’t want me to leave with the bathroom unfinished. So we put it off. Then I had to coordinate schedules with
@tequila4x4, who is no longer doing plumbing as a full time job. So with today set for the production, I went under the house Wednesday to start the process by disconnecting the tub for the demo guys coming Thursday to drop the walls and take out the tub.
Tina had been complaining for a couple of days that she thought an animal had died under the house again (it’s happened twice before). Instead, while I’m down there disconnecting my rubber boot from the bathroom waste pipe, she turns on the sink in the kitchen and I hear something unusual. I aim my headlamp in that direction and see A POOL OF WATER UNDER MY HOUSE!!!
Providence. It turns out that the waste line that runs from the kitchen to the bathroom was in much worse shape than the tub. I could see five heavily corroded points along the pipe, along with the one that had probably started leaking two weeks ago.
A picture for posterity: