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Long about 25 years ago we had an electrician look for something in the kitchen; his remark was "Lady, whoever wired this house was drunk."


I heard that Lance.

Not only did I hear that, I read that. Yes, a house can read a blog. I know what you think of me and just to let you know, the feeling is mutual. Don't be surprised if when you wake up tomorrow morning, you find the sump pump in your bedroom. Moowahahaha!!!!

billy pilgrim


Competence be damned. Nothing a good enthusiastic demolition effort can't resolve.

At least, that's my approach, and I refuse to take any responsibility for the number of household projects that stall almost immediately after the demolition phase.....

Just look at it this way: If you mess something up, you just get to start on another demo project! Get the Sawzall!!


An important detail here, Lance: When you call a plumber, electrician, etc., research his or her reputation first. Hiring a DIY person can end up costing you a lot more than just doing-it-yourself from a text book. You'd be surprised how many otherwise out of work folks really believe that if they know car engines, why not basement waterproofing? Or sewing, why not electricity? If they've caulked their bathtubs, how hard can it be to install toilets and sinks? Sad to say, I've been there, hired countless fly-by-nights, and paid the price.


The greenest I have ever been was the day my dad and I hauled soaked carpeting out of his flooded basement. It struck me as disquieting that mere water leached the dye out of the carpeting enough to destroy our clothes and give us a marbled green skin tone that would not wash out. The real tragedy, however, was my childhood comic book collection was in the basement. And newsprint reacts so poorly with water. Had I not been worried about the water's composition--let's just say Dad lives downstream from steel mills--I might have wept.

Tell that house who is boss, Lance. Unless the walls bleed or something. Then, try to reach a compromise.

Kevin Wolf

No panic here at the condo, though the nor'easter hit us square on, and we've got a few more wet days ahead. They say next weekend will be mild, but this is New England so I'll wait and see.


I am sending this post to my mother. She grew up in a house with another Mr. Fixit with delusions of competence. With the result that the self-installed plumbing in her childhood home is, shall we say, eccentric to this day.

mac macgillicuddy

Oh, go ahead, call the pump guy. Think about Norm on This Old House. His first response to everything is always, "That's a big job," or "That's never going to work," and then he makes short work of it. Scotty used to do this, too, on Star Trek (or maybe I mean, Scotty WILL do this, too, since Star Trek won't happen until the future gets here when, obviously, handy men and specialists of all kinds will still be of the same humor). It's all part of setting oneself up as the miracle workers they already seem to be to us DIYNers (that's Do-It-Yourself-Not!ers).

So call the pump guy; let him say, "That's weird." It would be weirder if he didn't say it.

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