This will not become a habit.

And by the title, I mean this two days, two posts thing. Don't get used to it. It's like Christmas; if it happened every day, it wouldn't be so special, would it?

The reason I'm posting tonight is that there was a remarkable amount of progress in the basement today, and I was responsible for absolutely none of it. I was busy earning money to pay the guy who DID the work. Our plumber, Leonard. (I figured it was about time I used his name and stopped referring to him as "the plumber" all the time. It's a little impersonal, I think, and hey - he's spent enough time here, he's earned it. Heck, with the money we've given him, he could BUY that kind of treatment... Special offer folks! Contribute to the basement fund and get your name on the Internet!

Heh. I kid.

Sort of.)

Anyway, the short story is: the plumbing is finished. Yay! But you didn't come here for the short story, right? I know, I know. Shut up and post the pictures, Don. Sigh. No one appreciates true art any more.

But pictures? We got pictures...

First up, the wall I so lovingly constructed on Saturday is now all full of holes. But it's okay, they were put there by a professional (i.e., not me):



That's the new plumbing for the washer and the laundry sink, all installed, clean, secure, and actually - as of this writing - working just fine. Which is kind of why we didn't do this part ourselves...

Moving on, you may notice something missing from this shot:




That's right, the hot water tank! (Those of you who were too busy wondering how much you could get on the street for that used copper piping are going to be disappointed to hear it's only worth about $1.50 a pound. Sorry. But really, this isn't about you and your black market ambitions.)

Leonard moved the tank to its new home near the furnace and, in doing so, brought it up to code with all kinds of earthquake bands and proper drains and other things to make inspectors happy. (And make us shake our heads in wonderment - seriously, it's a $99 Canadian Tire special. That's a lot of trouble to go through for a cheapass hot water tank.)



So, tomorrow night, it's framing time! Well, and probably some clean up. That copper pipe ain't going to remove itself, you know. Unless we leave it in the driveway or something, and then the deadbeats who come by to pick through our recycling would consider it fair game.