November 17th, 2011

Misc: shoe phone from Get Smart TV show

Working phone again!

My replacement phone arrived, and I believe I’ve restored all my stuff.¹ Yay!
¹ Except for a very few commercial apps which seem to have been stored in such a way that they weren’t in my backups, and I haven’t yet tried to migrate the text messages that arrived on the flaky temporary backup phone I was using while I waited for the replacement to arrive.
Local: Quincy house pre-purchase

The latest house catastrophe / perspective

Neither I nor my neighbour in the other half of the duplex have working sewer drainage. At all.

After a $369 visit from Roto-Rooter, it is clear that the problem is in the street.

The city sewer folks have been out here. They can’t get their snake in through the basement because an access cap was installed improperly when her plumbing was last redone. And they can’t go in the other end because all the access covers in the street were recently (temporarily) paved over as part of the repaving project.

Their best guess is that when the gas company was fixing my gas pipe, they clipped the sewer line, and it’s taken a while for dirt to seep in. (Or, I can imagine that the repaving work that finally made its way to my house today might have shaken more in through an existing crack.)

My poor long-suffering neighbour. I’ve had to have workers traipsing through her basement a lot lately. And it turns out that the latest problem is probably a result of the fix for my gas line (which runs through her basement even though she doesn’t have gas service herself).

And I don’t look forward to telling my new renters, who have just suffered through several days without gas, that they might have a couple days without water and sewer service. I’d basically need to put them up in a hotel at that point (after having already spent a bunch of money on the plumber’s visit, and whatever if anything the city might try to charge me if it decides that my contractors were responsible for the problem, although I don’t know how likely that is).

On the bright side, I do not have pancreatitis and I am not radioactive, my relatives are not hastening their deaths by ignoring serious medical conditions, and nobody I am close to has committed suicide lately. I have an interesting job that I am not in fear of losing. I have good friends I love and a roof over my head (if not, at the moment, a bathroom). And I love my darling honeywuzzle and she loves me. So, I think I will get through this.
Local: Quincy house pre-purchase


EDIT: My sewer’s working again! They’re still filling back in the hole, but the plumbing work’s done. *Whew!* Off to see my wuzzle!

Well, if the folks from the sewer department are correct, we should be done with the stuff that involves either (1) me waiting to let people into my basement or my neighbour’s basement or (2) me paying for things. (The second visit from the plumber only cost me ~$150, ’cause of the frequent-customer discount.)

Verdict so far is that when the gas company fixed my gas pipe, they broke the sewer main. The repairs involve digging up the recently-almost-paved-but-not-quite-topped-off street, but should not require getting into our houses any more. (I do, though, need to clean some of the places sewage got that sewage is not supposed to get once I have water again.)

The digging equipment hasn’t shown up yet, but there’s a work crew with trucks and lights out getting ready for it.

Thanks for everybody’s well-wishes! (And thanks for plumtreeblossom’s messages of love!)
Local: I-93 South to Quincy

Plumbing's back!

(On the train, a few hours late for my date with my wuzzle.)

Yay, the plumbing's back! Turns out the gas company didn't break the sewer pipe when they replaced the gas line; the road crew broke it when they put in the lovely new granite curb. (That makes me feel slightly less guilty about all of the trouble for my neighbour — it'd have happened whether I needed my gas line fixed or not.)

Hot showers are a joy!

While I was waiting for the all-clear, I called and had a lovely long chat with my parents, silverlibre and ka9sqb. Remind me to post about oak pipes and prairie fires when I have a chance.