On Sunday morning the water heater died.
It was last replaced sometime in the '90s, so that was not a big surprise. And it wasn't a violent failure, just a drip. And when I turned off the pilot, the drip slowed down to practically nothing (although it was still dripping, because the puddle never dried up). And the plumber that the landlord uses was out of town.
So he turns up on Tuesday morning takes a look. For some indiscernible 1929 reason the water heater stood on top of a wooden platform about a foot and a half high with a storage space underneath it. 90 years later the structural integrity of this platform might not unreasonably be called into question.
So that needed to come out. There is a valve in the basement which turned off the hot water to my apartment without needing to turn off the water to my whole half of the building -- which is a very good thing, since everyone is home these days. So I wasn't without water during the process. Just *hot* water. Until Thursday evening.
It turned out to be one of those jobs that keeps throwing out additional glitches each time you deal with the last one. Which in a 90-year-old building is probably only to be expected. First off, hauling the drained dead water heater out the back door and down the stairs revealed that the staircase (metal, free-standing, and not unstable) was no longer attached to the building. The studs that it had been bolted to had rotted out.
Then, after having dismantled the platform the old heater had been standing on, it occurred to them that it might not be a bad idea to replace the 90-year-old intake pipe as well.
This got my downstairs neighbors into the act, since the plumbers had to run the pipe through their wall as well.
Oh, yes, this also meant taking out the wall.
So, as of Wednesday evening I had a new water pipe, but half of my interior wall was missing. Thursday the plumber showed up without his helpers, patched the wall, and installed the water heater.
I've got the weekend free to wash my hair and do some laundry, and then they will be back on Monday to start dismantling my exterior wall (from the inside) to replace the rotted studs and re-attach the staircase.
Eventually I'll be able to reassemble the service porch.
All in all, I've had more people in and out of the apartment in the last week than I have in an average six months.
It was last replaced sometime in the '90s, so that was not a big surprise. And it wasn't a violent failure, just a drip. And when I turned off the pilot, the drip slowed down to practically nothing (although it was still dripping, because the puddle never dried up). And the plumber that the landlord uses was out of town.
So he turns up on Tuesday morning takes a look. For some indiscernible 1929 reason the water heater stood on top of a wooden platform about a foot and a half high with a storage space underneath it. 90 years later the structural integrity of this platform might not unreasonably be called into question.
So that needed to come out. There is a valve in the basement which turned off the hot water to my apartment without needing to turn off the water to my whole half of the building -- which is a very good thing, since everyone is home these days. So I wasn't without water during the process. Just *hot* water. Until Thursday evening.
It turned out to be one of those jobs that keeps throwing out additional glitches each time you deal with the last one. Which in a 90-year-old building is probably only to be expected. First off, hauling the drained dead water heater out the back door and down the stairs revealed that the staircase (metal, free-standing, and not unstable) was no longer attached to the building. The studs that it had been bolted to had rotted out.
Then, after having dismantled the platform the old heater had been standing on, it occurred to them that it might not be a bad idea to replace the 90-year-old intake pipe as well.
This got my downstairs neighbors into the act, since the plumbers had to run the pipe through their wall as well.
Oh, yes, this also meant taking out the wall.
So, as of Wednesday evening I had a new water pipe, but half of my interior wall was missing. Thursday the plumber showed up without his helpers, patched the wall, and installed the water heater.
I've got the weekend free to wash my hair and do some laundry, and then they will be back on Monday to start dismantling my exterior wall (from the inside) to replace the rotted studs and re-attach the staircase.
Eventually I'll be able to reassemble the service porch.
All in all, I've had more people in and out of the apartment in the last week than I have in an average six months.