I really enjoyed this article-or-post-or-story-or-whatever-you-wanna-call-it about the people involved in helping fix a problem with the plumbing in someone's new-to-them house.
I'm not sure if that's because I've spent most of my life in blue-collar work but now spend most of my time programming and reading science textbooks or if it's just the enjoyable writing style, but hopefully you'll enjoy it too!
This is where I differ in temperament and expertise from people like Rick and Tom. At the first sign of distress from Rick, I assumed that our perfect new house was ruined. In my head, we’d already burned it down, collected the insurance money, and gone back to renting a squat in some crooked slumlord’s tax write-off. Of course, I am also the kind of person who assumes that when the Check Engine light comes on in my car, my only options are to either put more oil in it or drive it into the river. Looking under the hood of things is comically ineffectual for a person like me; I might as well be reading a foreign language. I don’t “drop in a new carburetor” or “slap up some drywall” or “irrigate the soil bed.” I pound nails into walls so I can hang pictures from them, and poorly.
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Adventures At The Intersection of Homeownership And Sewage
It started with black dirt around the basement’s floor drain, discovered just a couple weeks after my wife and I moved into the house we’d just bought. Beca
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