Old Houses

Monday, 02-20-2012, my neighbor knocked on my door,  to tell me that I had water I had water in the middle of my drive-way.  I, of course, went out to take a look and there it was. Lake Woodard.  There was this hole where the water was bubbling up out of the ground. Just like the opening on The Beverly Hillbillies television show, when Jed was hunting and somehow all he hit was the ground and up came bubbling crude.  I called two plumbers, one out of the phone book and the other my neighbor suggested. The first plumber was an ass, thought he was the only plumber in town and I told him that I would have to call him back. The second plumber offered suggestions based on my budget as to what we could do to fix the leak.  I like the fact that he said we, as if we were a team. He said that he could repair the leak at the spot or take out the entire line and replace it. Being that my house is an older house, he thinks the pipes may be original.  I told him that my dad had done some work on the pipes, but I do not remember when that was.  I told him the job was his, let's replace it all.

After he left, I went in the house and got my new camera and took some pics.  I finally got to use it.  Owning an older house is like the movie The Money Pit with Tom Hanks and Shelley Long.  Which is a movie that I like. I need to see if I can find that movie.  I would like to see it again.