"Trouble oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it's too much for me
Trouble oh trouble can't you see
You're eating my heart away
And there's nothing left of me"
It came to mind today while Mr. Troutbend toiled at fixing the plumbing at our smaller cabin.
The initial problem was a hot water pipe feeding into the washing machine hookup. The pipe had spontaneously come apart at a joint, and the joint was out of reach behind a structural beam. Mr. Troutbend consulted his daddy yesterday and came back from there with a piece of flexible pipe and some hose clamps that solved the problem.
But then when he started the water in the house he heard another leak under the floor. The crawl space in that particular house is filled with silt from the big flood in 1976, and it's complicated with concrete foundation sections because half of the house was an add-on. But he did crawl in there, muddy as it was from the leak, and found where another junction had come apart. He's going to fix that, and we are fervently hoping that more of these breaks don't show up.
He decided the water pressure from the pump might be too high, causing these pipe breaks so we looked it up on the Internet and he'll be able to make an adjustment and if too-high water pressure was causing the breaks, maybe we have any more. But if there are any more of those breaks already there, what a summer we are going to have.
