If there's one thing the last few months has reminded me of, it's that home repair/remodeling folks worth a damn don't operate in rural areas. It's just. It's just a rule, it's how this stuff works.
Like, I knew that, y'know? I've known it for years, family worked in the field at points in my life, etc. The folks that can actually do a good job are worth good money and pretty much always go where the good money is (i.e. not rural areas). But sweet blue fuck has the last while reminded me of that.
Today, plumberfellow -- earnest enough guy, experienced, good enough references, etc. -- tried to turn water back on after running some (badly needed, should have been done long ago) new pipe.
Two pipes burst, one of the water heaters (legacy feature of the house, it used to be part commercial and had a dedicated heater for part of it) put water on the floor full blast. One fairly large room half flooded, one of the bathrooms soaked from wall to wall, a hallway sopping end to end. Cleanup's not too bad, got fans/dehumidifier in the worst spots, it's whatever.
And I'm, just, like. This sucks, but it sucks like a hurricane does, yeah? It's just what happens in shitholes like these. This is rural construction, three months over schedule, unintentional holes in the ceiling, parts of the wall open for weeks, and half the house soaked. At least the roof proper doesn't seem to be leaking again, hahaha.