I understand the concept of a straight line, but I have yet to meet one. Sure, a reasonably straight line can be painted on a highway, but the notion that one’s life moves from Point A to Point B in a straight line… come on!
Any do-it-yourselfer knows what I’m talking about. I’m a fairly handy guy, and figured that replacing our dishwasher a while back would take about two hours. I allowed four. Our house was built in the 1950s, so of course there would be a couple of trips to the hardware store. But funky supply and drain lines and a hard-to-access corner installation required five trips to McLendon (the hardware store) and fourteen hours of DIY labor. I was foolish enough to declare that my third trip to McLendon would be the last, setting myself up to be the “butt” of some plumbing department “cracks.” Didn’t see a single straight line on that project.
Which brings me back to the current hot water heater installation. We’re on Day 4 without running hot water, which is a little bit like camping in the house – heating water in the tea kettle for sponge baths and washing hair in the sink.
I got the pretty new water heater installed and plumbed and filled with water all by myself and with no leaks. Sometimes I amaze myself. However, the junction box that I ass-u-me’d had the wiring to connect it to power turned out to be something else. It’s all very complicated – switching from electric to gas when we first moved in, circuits dedicated to other purposes when we added on to the house, having to rearrange the circuit breaker panel.
Before discovering we’d need an electrician, I called McLendon’s electrical department to ask how to determine if the wiring in the boiler room was live. After explaining how to do it, the guy told me, “Be very careful. It only takes two amps to kill ya, and you’ve got 30.” That had a chilling effect on my DIY ardor.
The electrician should be here soon.