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Remember the furnace in A Christmas Story? The one the father battles? Our upstairs tub drain is my furnace.
About once a month the rosh marriner drain begins to slow down, back up and eventually, as you shower, you find yourself standing mid-shin deep in soap scum filled water )(not a pleasant image, I know, but it's not a pleasant experience). For the past four days I have been battling the drain -- plunging it, snaking it, pouring down drain cleaner and hot water, and repeating practically ad infinitum. I hate my tub drain. All this work is compounded by the fear that something large has gone down the drain like a toy or a bottle cap. Or a washcloth. This is because a wash cloth has in fact gone down the drain two and a half years ago which led to a week spent in a cramped closet (which is the only way to access the drain pipes) taking apart and reassembling the drain pipes while Arie, who had just turned two, learned quite a few new words. So I am in perpetual fear that I will once again be taking those damn pipes apart and spending another glorious week in the closet (no, not that kind, Haddayr).
Today, though, I found success! Last night, I drove out to Home Depot and bought a self-feeding drill powered snake. I used it last night to no avail. This morning I poured yet another treatment of Drano down the tub and let it sit, after which I poured hot water down the drain. I again plunged and then got out my new toy, running the snake down as far as it would go. At this point, however, the snake became ensnared about three feet into the pipe. Great, I thought. I have now cost us $300 plus in plumbing repairs, thrown $40 literally down the drain, and the drain is still backing up. Fortunately (or unfortunately), I'm both Dutch and Polish in heritage, and neither ethnicity allows for a temperament other than mule-headed stubbornness. So, with a great deal of non-swearing and a lot of pulling, the snake suddenly became free with no apparent damage to anything I could see. And the drain was again flowing freely!
Yes, today, this 8th day of November, 2007, Victory . . . is . . . mine!
(at least until next month)
About once a month the rosh marriner drain begins to slow down, back up and eventually, as you shower, you find yourself standing mid-shin deep in soap scum filled water )(not a pleasant image, I know, but it's not a pleasant experience). For the past four days I have been battling the drain -- plunging it, snaking it, pouring down drain cleaner and hot water, and repeating practically ad infinitum. I hate my tub drain. All this work is compounded by the fear that something large has gone down the drain like a toy or a bottle cap. Or a washcloth. This is because a wash cloth has in fact gone down the drain two and a half years ago which led to a week spent in a cramped closet (which is the only way to access the drain pipes) taking apart and reassembling the drain pipes while Arie, who had just turned two, learned quite a few new words. So I am in perpetual fear that I will once again be taking those damn pipes apart and spending another glorious week in the closet (no, not that kind, Haddayr).
Today, though, I found success! Last night, I drove out to Home Depot and bought a self-feeding drill powered snake. I used it last night to no avail. This morning I poured yet another treatment of Drano down the tub and let it sit, after which I poured hot water down the drain. I again plunged and then got out my new toy, running the snake down as far as it would go. At this point, however, the snake became ensnared about three feet into the pipe. Great, I thought. I have now cost us $300 plus in plumbing repairs, thrown $40 literally down the drain, and the drain is still backing up. Fortunately (or unfortunately), I'm both Dutch and Polish in heritage, and neither ethnicity allows for a temperament other than mule-headed stubbornness. So, with a great deal of non-swearing and a lot of pulling, the snake suddenly became free with no apparent damage to anything I could see. And the drain was again flowing freely!
Yes, today, this 8th day of November, 2007, Victory . . . is . . . mine!
(at least until next month)
