So the other day I needed to crawl under the house to check something out. I haven’t been under the house for about five years. Those of you who’ve been with me long enough will remember the great bathroom remodel of ’07 – ’08 (that’s pronounced “aught seven” and “aught eight”). During that remodel I put in a completely new shower starting from the sub-floor up. I did all the required waterproofing and leak testing and mortar lying and drain floor sloping and drain pipe connecting, and tiling and grouting. It turned out awesome.

This brings us to why I haven’t gone under the house for five years. You see, all this time I was confident that there were no leaks and the floor wasn’t about to collapse because it was definitely not rotting away. And I didn’t want to burst that bubble by actually checking it out.

It’s just like my chainsaw. What the what, you ask? Sure. My chainsaw hasn’t been working for some months now. Just wouldn’t start. So I finally decided to either fix it myself or have someone else do it. Being the curious person I am, I decided to try it myself first. So I pulled out the carburetor and cleaned it up. That didn’t work. So I bought a carburetor rebuild kit and replaced all the gaskets and needles and other doo-dads. Then it started up! Yay for me!

I did some adjusting and eventually it even seemed to run good. So the last I know is this: that when I turned it off the other day after cutting up some branches downed by the last storm, my chainsaw is working. As long as I don’t try starting it again, it will always be working. Sort of like as long as I didn’t crawl under the house to check for a leaky shower pan, the shower didn’t leak.

Well I had to crawl under the house. So I checked. And the shower didn’t leak and the floor looks just fine. Yay for me. Again.

And my chainsaw still works.
I assume.