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We also kept some water movement going with a couple of Maxi-Jet 901s, which I don’t know why I bothered to photograph but since you’re no doubt in a rhythm by now, here you go:  .
The next step was to physically move the sump from the garage downstairs to the fishroom. Unfortunately, it was too big to fit through the house so we had to bring it around from the outside . What you see in the sump is condensation because of the very high humidity that day. What you DON’T see, however, is me because I’m in the rear and on the right. I am condensating also though, just in case you’re wondering.
In this shot you can see me…the back of me anyway . You’re also seeing what we thought was one of the most anxious parts of the job: Getting the sump through the fishroom door. We must’ve measured everything a dozen times over the past few months but it still made us nervous. It shouldn’t have. It went in without a hitch.
The hitches DID start a few moments later though . The first one was figuring out just how we were going to set the sump in place since we measured it to fit WITHOUT the presence of a human being back there to help lower it. In fact, it was most likely going to take a couple of us to do this, if we wanted to get it in gently…which we did. |
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This little interruption took us nearly twenty minutes. It was even suggested that one of us had to sacrifice himself and remain squeezed back there forever. It just couldn’t be me because I knew where the beer was. Another suggestion was that we simply glue some more but that was also rejected, at least for now. But soon we realized we had to move on without a real plan and get it in as gingerly as possible, even if it meant having to perform a few contortions along the way. Amazingly, this non-plan nearly worked. Things were going pretty well until, out of necessity, one of our group had to momentarily hold onto a bulkhead fitting in order to lower his end. This, of course, caused it to snap off (220). Now, if you’re a disciple of Moye’s Law at all, as it relates to parts anyway, you know to always bring at least two of everything because the one piece you have no back-up for is the one piece that will _________? Yeah, you know. So guess which part nobody had a backup for?
See how good you’re getting at this?
Now let’s talk about the strengths and weaknesses of Greenwich, CT for a moment. Though not nearly as stuffy as it was during the age of the Robber Barons, Greenwich is still considered a town of Privilege. There continue to be a lot of high profile, A-list and A-type personalities scattered about and these people are used to getting what they want, when they want it, no questions asked.
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