Saturday, July 17, 2010

A Woman in her Thirties Springs a Leak

This Wednesday I finally began feeling like I was actually beginning my teacher summer. School (for me) was finally over, and I was starting to feel like I could kick back, watch my tummy grow, and get to work on hanging some pictures in the house we moved into almost a year ago for crying out loud.

Then I noticed a brown spot on the ceiling in our dining room. Weird, I thought. I didn't notice that before. Before I could wonder much further, I noticed a small drop of water, just like a tear, coming from that brown spot. Looking down, I realized there was small pool of water on the ground. And about two feet from that small pool of water, another small pool of water.

A woman in her thirties knows this is very, very bad. As in baaaaaad.

The plumber who charged double time for coming after hours told us the culprit was the toilet in the upstairs bathroom. He said things like, 'probably been leaking for a few weeks', and 'older home', lots of times. L and I only heard the sound of our savings account draining. And then he started talking about what it was going to take to fix it.

Instead of describing it, let me show you with a photo montage. When I am long dead and my iPhone pictures are being sold at auction, I think this will be referred to as my Blue Period.

This beautiful image was captured during the sealing off process of our dining room. You will notice that a window is taken out to allow for the water that is being dried from our walls to evaporate elsewhere. The two large machines in the room have made it hot enough to roast marshmallows in there for the last three days.

A woman in her thirties with more austere taste will appreciate this image, taken from the kitchen. In the upper left hand corner you will notice the three tubes hanging down, drilled through the ceiling, to dry out the walls. Doesn't the light coming from the window remind you of that scene in ET when he's about to.... oh, I don't remember. I saw ET when I was five and my Mom had to take us out of the theater because we were too scared.

Oh, but this image is my favorite. This is Dave, our contractor, ripping apart the original pine cabinetry from the 1920's in the dining room, since the water had seeped behind the wall. It was so great when he kept saying things like, 'Wow, they don't make cabinets like this anymore', and 'whoever made these cabinets really put a lot of thought into them.'

Come to think of it, I think the water that came from the ceiling might have been actual tears.

Don't fret, women in your thirties; we are remaining positive. We have insurance. At least it happened before the baby came. It can all be replaced. These are just the ups and downs of home ownership. It's all going to be okay. We have repeated these things about 50 times in the last three days. We have insurance. At least it happened before the baby came. I can all be...

5 comments:

  1. Oh man. I'm sorry. Welcome to homeownership, officially. Did no one tell you it kind of sucks sometimes?

    Again, so sorry. :(

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  2. Here's another positive: from your title I thought you personally had sprung a leak and were going to be on bedrest from now until Thanksgiving. Instead, through all of this you're still up and on your feet and blogging about it to all of us.

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  3. I am so sorry! And, the thought of the cabinets being taken out is so sad :( But, at least you have insurance, and if it did happen when the baby was there it would still be okay!

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  4. Oh NO! I hadn't heard about this and am so, so sorry to hear it. Thank goodness for insurance and good craftsmanship.

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