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Remember all that angsting about the perfect water heater?
bwaaahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*collapses*
The plan was to get a few months more out of the old one while working on the project, then either get the new one permitted, or start on it after the inspections were done. The new gas one -- regardless of specifics -- would require venting, which would mean it was in a different place,and required replumbing, so it wouldn't be a quick job, and we couldn't start it now because it wasn't permitted with the rest of the work (because I didn't know the current one was slowly failing at the time of application).
BUT.
To put a vapor barrier down over the garage slab today, we had to move the water heater 2 feet UP (room for vapor barrier and access to put a joist underneath), so we drained it out the driveway and pulled it away...
...and the five giant rust spots on the bottom that had been the source of a very slow leak, as long as the water was compressing it down into a sheet of foam insulation, suddenly became the source of a VERY BIG LEAK.
...so I bought a new standard electric tank water heater, because I had to. Which, after much swearing and a bit of pipe sweating and a lot of people sweating, is now in place -- exactly where the old one was, except 2 feet up (on a store-bought stand rather than the temporary wooden platform we were going to make, because it looks like I'll have to live with it for longer than I thought, and we were running short on time). And Freddie, I hope dad hooked things up right, and my house's weird wiring is up to snuff, because I had to chase wires through the attic and I'm covered in insulation dust and dirt and I want my shower, damn it. And I have a paying renter and a houseguest who presumably want showers, clean clothes, and sanitary dishes at some point, too.
I told Kiyoko that I was trying to ease the transition back to Japan by making her live in miserably primitive conditions, so that she'd be happy to get back to civilization.
I bought a cheap (six year) tank with 10 gallons less capacity, because we never ran out of hot water before and I'm penny pinching with a mind to replacing it in a few years -- whenever I remodel either the kitchen or the bathroom.
At least this way I have more time for research, I suppose.
bwaaahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*collapses*
The plan was to get a few months more out of the old one while working on the project, then either get the new one permitted, or start on it after the inspections were done. The new gas one -- regardless of specifics -- would require venting, which would mean it was in a different place,and required replumbing, so it wouldn't be a quick job, and we couldn't start it now because it wasn't permitted with the rest of the work (because I didn't know the current one was slowly failing at the time of application).
BUT.
To put a vapor barrier down over the garage slab today, we had to move the water heater 2 feet UP (room for vapor barrier and access to put a joist underneath), so we drained it out the driveway and pulled it away...
...and the five giant rust spots on the bottom that had been the source of a very slow leak, as long as the water was compressing it down into a sheet of foam insulation, suddenly became the source of a VERY BIG LEAK.
...so I bought a new standard electric tank water heater, because I had to. Which, after much swearing and a bit of pipe sweating and a lot of people sweating, is now in place -- exactly where the old one was, except 2 feet up (on a store-bought stand rather than the temporary wooden platform we were going to make, because it looks like I'll have to live with it for longer than I thought, and we were running short on time). And Freddie, I hope dad hooked things up right, and my house's weird wiring is up to snuff, because I had to chase wires through the attic and I'm covered in insulation dust and dirt and I want my shower, damn it. And I have a paying renter and a houseguest who presumably want showers, clean clothes, and sanitary dishes at some point, too.
I told Kiyoko that I was trying to ease the transition back to Japan by making her live in miserably primitive conditions, so that she'd be happy to get back to civilization.
I bought a cheap (six year) tank with 10 gallons less capacity, because we never ran out of hot water before and I'm penny pinching with a mind to replacing it in a few years -- whenever I remodel either the kitchen or the bathroom.
At least this way I have more time for research, I suppose.
