I write a blog post a day, complete with really cool pictures, but it's all in my head. Sorry. I am avoiding working in my yard after work today, so you get a blog post instead. A real one. I have a ton of stuff to write about, but because I don't want to keep you here all day, I'll start with poop. Yes, poop. Again, sorry.
I had a little incident where my sewer backed up into my shower after moving in last August, but a plunger and some bleach soon took care of the problem. Fast forward to Thanksgiving, and 9 extra people in the house, all big eaters. Geez, that was no way to make my guests feel welcome. Poop in the bathtub. Poop in the shower. Gah. Enter sweet boyfriend who plunged, snaked and cleaned up said mess - on Thanksgiving day. I thanked him, and let him know not to expect me to ever do it for him. The truth hurts.
All was fine for awhile, but dammit, it did it again. That was it. We snaked every line out of my house, and decided it must be close to the street. I was sweating bullets by this time, because I had managed to only spend under $30 for some Drano, a snake and a plunger. I made a call to the city, and was surprised when she asked me my address, and then told me she would have someone right out. Really? They were here in about 30 minutes. A very nice man pulled up front in a big truck with odd looking equipment all over it, and poked and prodded in my yard for a bit. Here's what he ended up with:
Yep, that would be my yard, full of, well, you know. He then proceeded to do this:
He sucked up the waste with a big old vacuum. How cool is that? But that's not the end of the story. Oh, no. A few days later I came home for lunch and found 6 men, a backhoe, and a city truck, some of them on my front lawn. Turns out my pipes were blocked with tree roots, on the CITY'S side of the line. How often does that happen? Where are those pictures, anyway? They fixed the problem, fixed the yard, and guess what? What gets flushed away, stays flushed away now.
Yep, that would be my yard, full of, well, you know. He then proceeded to do this: He sucked up the waste with a big old vacuum. How cool is that? But that's not the end of the story. Oh, no. A few days later I came home for lunch and found 6 men, a backhoe, and a city truck, some of them on my front lawn. Turns out my pipes were blocked with tree roots, on the CITY'S side of the line. How often does that happen? Where are those pictures, anyway? They fixed the problem, fixed the yard, and guess what? What gets flushed away, stays flushed away now. I wanted to show you all my homemade goat cheese and the process, but I'll wait for another day. Not too cool to have it follow this post!
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We had the same experience several years ago except the problem was on our side. We ended replacing all of the outgoing pipes with PVC and everything has been great.
My brother did have the same problem as you at his house with the city lines and they came right out and fixed it.
Finally! I was about to despair that I'd never get to read another blog post from you. Poop? Well, OK.
This same sort of thing (but not nearly as awful!) happened to us years ago while we were dog-sitting for Jordan's godmother. We were staying in her house with the dogs, and one day we noticed some nasty stuff coming up in the shower. We panicked, trying to figure out if we'd flushed too much toilet paper at once. But luckily it was a tree root, not our fault at all, and the city did take care of it. Phew!
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