We are dealing with YET again, toilet and sewer line issues, which are gross and worrisome enough to shove all thoughts of happy entertainment right outta my head.
We bought our house 3 years ago- it's old as the hills. Seriously. The deed says it was built in 1864, but when I worked for a historic preservation organization, I found proof that there had been a mortgage on the property going back ten years or so. We have at least three different kinds of foundations in our creepy silence-of-the-lambs basement which attest to its age and growth cycles.
It was in one family for all those years until the early 1990s when someone decided to make it a student rental property. Then all hell broke loose.
Our house was called the Plank House. It was the punk students' party house. In addition to various damage (including a hella lot of smashed glass out back- I think they were pulling storm windows off and smashing them for fun) there was a giant hole in the dining room ceiling they used to jump through to get from 2nd floor to 1st. How do I know this? Pizza was delivered by a former resident of the Plank House who peeked his head in and said, "Aww, you got the hole fixed?"
We'd been enjoying the hell out of our house until this past February when the downstairs toilet stopped working and something unspeakable happened in the tub/shower. I'm serious when I say unspeakable. We won't speak of it. We don't want to be spoken to about it. Let's pretend that never happened.
Until this summer and we had our yearly maintenance done. Part of that included cleaning the house trap. Cool. Problem was, right after that, the toilet wouldn't flush again. Thankfully, we didn't have another Unspeakable Incident, but it was upsetting nonetheless. We had the plumber people come back, since it had been working fine before he was there, and he snaked us out and all was well. He did tell us that he thinks our main line that connects our house to the city sewer line has a low spot where it settled, so stuff just hangs out there and causes the toilet not to empty. He felt we could just get it snaked every once in awhile and be good.
But I am seriously considering building an outhouse in my backyard. Enough of this shit.