Drip, drip, drip, drip drip drip, plonk.
Recently, this has been the soundtrack at our house, less soothing than the drumming of rain on the roof. And because wasting water is a cardinal sin, I collect it all and give it to the plants.
When we bought the house, the inspector pointed out that our tub surround lacked the reason for a tub -- a spout. There was a shower head, but the hardware to draw a proper bath was sadly missing. Since my Charles and I are both shower people, we shrugged our shoulders and went on with life.
I suppose that attitude wasn't good enough for our tub, and it opted to revolt. A couple of months ago, we noticed a very slow drip. We took the tub handle apart to see if we needed a new washer, to tighten the screw in the handle itself, etc. I've fixed plenty of slow drips this way in years past in places I've rented. (It wasn't nearly that simple to get rid of the drips I met in college.)
This is when the maniacal bathtub spirit began to rub its tubby hands and bwa ha ha in a deep, burbling voice.
When we took the handle off, we discovered that plumbing actually needed to be replaced, and that required removing our Disco Stu version of a tub surround. We'd been dreaming of something more updated since this fiberglass wonder with its amazing accents became ours, but we only have one bathroom, so it wasn't on our priority list. Usually after doing reno work, we appreciate a shower. Fixing the shower means not having a shower for however long it takes to get everything back together, and as long time readers will know, nothing is ever quick in Our Little House repairs.
Since I love me a shower in the morning, here's the game plan:
I think I should leave some sort of offering for the house gods on this one. I sure hope it goes smoothly! We'll all soon find out.
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