As I've often said - or at least thought to myself - speed and efficiency is often overrated. Here's more proof of that.
I've been struggling with my own private Waterloo - that one part of a project that you dread either because it's so hard or, as in my case, so outside your comfort zone and experience that you just aren't sure how to tackle it. You know what I'm talking about - maybe it's the stairs, or that damned ductwork or pipe in the ceiling or the wiring ... whatever. It's always something. And sometimes it's something else.
For me, it's been framing in the laundry room wall that is just filled with water pipes and the main, a big dryer vent, gas line, ceiling pipes, and other obnoxious obstructions whose sole purpose in life seems to be to frustrate and taunt me. I made it about halfway across the wall before stopping to contemplate it, and subsequently pretty much abandoned it for easier/safer waters elsewhere in the basement. I've been trying to figure out how to handle that bloody wall for ages until my Genius Builder Brother - who knows everything about building but who, unfortunately for me, lives halfway around the world (Hawaii) - finally suggested I just move the entire wall out from the wall about 10 inches to hide everything without soffits and just leave a couple access panels. Which of course makes perfect sense, which is probably why it never occurred to me before.
Anyway, if I knew what I was doing I would have finished that wall long ago (or never even started this project at all, but that's another story entirely). A little experience/knowledge/skill and I would have cruised right through that part. Which would have been a mistake.
In yet another demonstration of plumbing gone crazy, a big honking pipe had an aneurysm, to use another technical plumbing term, and began to slowly bleed out. Yep, you read that right - another leaky pipe in the hanesian household!
Which means, for those able to follow my twisted logic, it was a good
thing I went so slow, as I was able to catch and repair this problem easily, whereas most of you speedy/efficient/diligent/hard-working/knowledgeable types would have framed and drywalled that stretch and eventually been stuck with a big project on your hands!
Ergo, slowah mo' bettah
, as they say in the Islands. I rest my case, your honor.
The guilty party can be seen in the photo below: he's the shady looking yellow fella whose head is turned away from the camera because he is trying to act all nonchalant and innocent. As if!! The poor sucker has no idea yet that his hours are numbered because we had already called out the plumber/executioner:
And here he is in a better mug shot, with a close up of the guilty part, which is covered by the handyman's favorite weapon, duct tape:
Here's the executioner in the process of carrying out the sentence (cover your ears if you can't stand the sound of pathetic lead pipes screaming for mercy).
And the corpse, post execution.
That was one heavy waste stack, I can tell you. They don't make them like they used to, and in this case it's a good thing.
Finally, shot of the new plumbing stack.
So next time you rib me about being slow as a tortoise, I'll remind you of this irrefutable proof that - sometimes - being slow, stupid and lazy really can