Bill and I spent all day yesterday futzing with plumbing issues at one of Ray's rental houses. Bill (the expert) knew that it was going to be a day of frustration; I, ever the optimist, thought we could bully our way through it and things would work out all right in just a couple of hours.
Nine-plus hours later, the tenant had a new bathtub faucet and control, but it entailed much pounding, sweating, sawing, trips to the hardware store, tweaking, sighing and yes, a little swearing. But it's done. Why is it that plumbing repairs are always eleventy-billion times more complicated than you think they are going to be? You can't just take something new out of the box, unscrew the old one, screw on the new one? I think it's because you're always following someone else's mistakes or lazy adaptations, trying to fix things that should have been done differently to begin with. Short of replacing the whole bathtub, we did what was necessary, hacksaw in hand, and were able to walk away with just a day's frustration behind us and some small measure of satisfaction.
There is probably a lesson in here somewhere, but I'm too tired from actually working all day to figure it out for sure. Perseverance? Adaptation to adversity? Smugness that we didn't have to call a plumber at $150 an hour? I'll keep you posted if anything else comes to mind.
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