Plumbing is mankind's worst idea ever.
I loathe working with water and pipes. Yet it seems that's what I'm always doing. I'd love to be able to afford to have someone repipe the entire house, but that's not going to happen anytime soon.
The latest battle with that insidious liquid and the channels to bring it into my home started last night when we got back from a walk. I noticed some water trailing along the grout lines in the kitchen tiles. I thought maybe I had dropped a couple of ice cubes I didn't notice and they melted. I wiped it up and went to the store. Came back and there was more water.
Great.
Checked the washing machine and the new water heater, which are on the other side of a wall to the kitchen, and everything looked fine. Then it dawned on me: the damn fridge.
Pulled it out and saw water pooled underneath. Not horrible, it is hopefully just a cracked or burst line feeding the water dispenser and ice maker. I can do that easily enough. It was too late to bother with anything then, so I cut off the water at the valve in the wall and left it for today.
Good news! The valve leaks from the handle when it's shut off. Lovely! That means not only do I have to find and replace a line in the fridge, perhaps even the solenoid, but I have to replace the valve, which is in a tricky spot.
Even better, after an hour of trying to budge the nut, it hasn't moved at all.
Before I head out to get some penetrating spray I figured I'd vent a little somewhere, since I was looking something up anyway.
I've had enough run-ins with it as a homeowner to confidently say, I hate water.
It always finds its way to where it wants to go.