So, more work on my house is in progress. Remodeling parts of my bathrooms, and still finishing up installing recessed lighting in my kitchen. Got a broken faucet outside the house that my contractor needs to get working so that they've got water for their wet saw. (A wet saw is used to cut tile, which is pretty much required for installing new tile in the bathrooms.)
Trying to fix the faucet yesterday turned out to be a big deal, since the entire faucet assembly (not sure of the correct terms) has to be replaced, and since it's copper pipes, that means soldering the new pieces together. That turns out to be a giant fucking hassle, since several problems I won't go into are making it difficult for my contractor to get the soldering done right after several tries. Then to crown off the whole day, he has a heart attack right in front of me while he's working away. I've got to call him & his wife in another hour and find out how he's doing. He refused to go to the emergency room, so they're going to take him to see his doctor on Monday.
In the meantime, I've got no water in the house -- I had to cut off the main supply last night since the soldered line is leaking badly. I can turn it back on for a few minutes at a time if I have to, but I'm trying to avoid it as much as possible. I'm convinced that my house does not want to be repaired and is trying to kill my contractor, as this is the 2nd heart attack he's had since I've known him, and both were during or shortly after he worked on my house. (The first attack was in April.)
