I hate plumbing.
The way I feel about plumbing is known to just about every body I know. It is also known to a number of complete strangers, because I will walk up to someone I've never seen before and say, by way of introduction, "I hate plumbing."
The lodge has 5 showers, 3 claw-foot tubs, 13 toilets and about 20 sinks. And they are all old. And they all break/leak/hate me.
And now, for whatever reason we have taken on another property with another 10 showers/toilets/sinks that are even older and freeze every winter and need fixing.
I now have most of the plumbing in the cabins working, just in time to drain the water and blow out the lines for winter later this week.
I was upstairs in the lodge an hour or so ago, working on a toilet that started leaking from the tank-bowl connection, when I had a thought. Plumbing is God's punishment for us eating the apple. "Okay" he said "Now that you have eaten it, this too shall pass. And when it does, things will clog."
I hate plumbing.
Bill
