This is Morgan, glancing with forlorn despair in the direction of our latest plumbing nightmare. This old house always has one more prehistoric plumbing disaster to throw my way. Some of you may remember when I discovered that the water heater is walled in. Ever since that discovery, I’ve been dreading the day the water heater might go bad. I could drain the water heater and circumvent it to a new water heater in the cellar, but that would mean excavating new lines, which is a fairly expensive prospect. When the water heater decided to go bad on Sunday of Thanksgiving week (yes, all plumbing disasters here occur on Sundays, and throwing in a holiday week is a bonus), something had to be done fast with four people in the house.
Luckily, one of those four people was my ex-husband, who went to Lowe’s twice, tore out the wall to make the opening larger, pulled out the old water heater, installed the new water heater, and got us back in hot water by the end of the day. My neighbor Jim came over and helped, too. And Weston even helped.
And now I have a hole. Which I am not covering back up with sheetrock because I’m not going to wall in this water heater. I’ll figure out what to do about it after the holiday, but most likely I will be having a small utility door installed so that future work on the water heater will not involve a sledgehammer.
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