Robb is my hero. No really, Robb is a pretty amazing guy.
Yesterday, he spent the better part of the day crawling around underneath our house, making all sorts of interesting discoveries.
For instance, the reason that our foundation needs to be replaced may not be entirely due to the movement of rain water under our house. It might have something to do with the fact that the drain from the kitchen sink wasn't actually seated properly, and so all the water that left our sink drained under our house.
I'm trying not to be upset about this. Thousands and thousands of dollars in foundation repair seem like no biggy when we realize that this plumbing idiocy will make our conversion to a grey water system easier. Right? Right?
Anyway, Robb has already fixed this. The sink now drains into the lateral drainage pipe, instead of pouring into the dirt.
Robb also discovered that our pipes are not, in fact all copper (good) but mostly galvanized steel (less-than-ideal). Damn housing inspectors told us that the pipes were copper. Bastards.
Also, someone has been using the crawlspace under the house as a storage barn. For the past fifty years. We have enough mysterious crap to keep us scratching our heads for a good long time. Like, the windows that don't fit anywhere in our home. Where did they come from, and why did someone chuck them under the house? Damned it we know.
Robb tells me that the crawl space isn't seething with spiders, which is what I imagined. Nope, everything down there is long dead. There are plenty of dead spiders in dusty spider webs. And Robb has earned a special home renovation merit badge, the one that involves not realizing that he was crawling on top of the bleached white mummified rat.
Yeah, he's my hero.