Thursday, July 15, 2010


54 Days Left

I'm beginning to have a Tourette reaction to hearing water drip. I was sitting here perusing my favorite blogs when I heard a funny "drip-sploosh". Now I still don't know what it is or was, but I hear it about every 10 minutes or so. It can't be good.

We have had our share of leaks - I was going to say lately - but actually water has been an ongoing source of interesting problems since we've been married.  Soon after we moved in, we had hurricane leftover rain.  That brought about 11 inches of water in the basement.  So Bill, Bryan and Steve dug trenches around the house to create French drains to take the water away. 

The next basement flood was only about 3 inches.  This time we discovered that the sump pump was taking the water from the sump and pumping it to the other side of the house and dropping it next to the foundation.  So we had to re-route the sump outlet to carry it farther from the house.

The next time the basement flooded was about 1 inch and this time the sump wasn't able to handle the load of water.  So Bryan and Bill dug out a second sump well.  This is twice the size of the original and is now the primary pump.  Fingers crossed!

So the ground water leaking into the basement seemed to be fixed.  Imagine our surprise when the basement had water in it again.  After investigation we discovered no rain caused this, but it was a pinhole in the copper pipe.  It was a pipe we could get to in my garage.  So he cut back the drywall until he got to the little sprayer.  Bill fixed it.  We took everything out of the garage, fixed the drywall and painted the garage.  It needed it.

A couple of weeks ago I go to get in my car one Sunday morning and there is water dripping from the garage ceiling.  Had to cut open the drywall and find the leak.  I won't even tell you how many pipes were cut to find/fix the leak.  Nor how much drywall was destroyed.  We ended up staying in a hotel that night 'cause we couldn't turn the water back on.. The next day he struggled to get the pipes soldered.  The banging and grunting were memorable.  He got it fixed enough that we could turn the water back on.  The third day he got it all fixed. 

Then about a week later he came into the bedroom fussing about the cat peeing on the carpeted stairs in the foyer.  I cleaned and dried it up but was confused why the cat would pee on the stairs.  The next day we discovered it was actually a pipe with a pinhole...... again.  Back to the garage to cut open MORE of the drywall.  Pipes are fixed now - fingers crossed.  Soon we'll fix the drywall.

None of this includes running toilets, leaking shut off valves, dripping faucets and shower heads.  AAARGH!

The dripping, sploosh noise has stopped.  Well, the TV is on in the kitchen - maybe I just can't hear it.  At least there is no water on the floor - or in the basement.  I feel the Tourette tics starting again.


Anonymous said...

Just think how much richer we are because I fixed all these problems myself. We probably saved enough money on plumbers to fly to Hawaii.

JIM said...

Hey anonymous. Did you replace the damaged piping with heavier walled copper to prevent recurrence?? Huh?? Well, did ya?

LBJ11 said...

Actually - we didn't get heavier walled copper. Doh!

Allan said...

Our current house has a bypass into a container which has some kind of phosphate additive. There was no information from the prior owner, but Google research implies that it's for pinhole leak prevention. I've also seen where some water companies add phosphates for that purpose. The following gives general information:

Dave Johnson said...

hey linda!! 4 days until the BIG day!! Wish we were there to celebrate in style with you!!
katie and dave

Dave Johnson said...

Oh man I'm having flashbacks to the one pipe break I had in our townhouse in NC. Coming home from church to the sound of rushing water under the house...not comforting like a waterfall in nature. Dad you have mad perserverance for sticking with all those broken pipes (and Linda you have mad patience for not selling the house out from under Dad.)