Thursday, July 2, 2020

Could It Get Any Worse?


 Could it get any worse?  A person should never actually let those words come out of their mouth, because the answer to that question is always -- yes.  But this week has been a progressive series of things getting worse.  Monday our contractor knocked over our planter by the driveway.  Boohoo.


Also on Monday (and Tuesday) -- a sick chicken. She was in a kennel in our house and had to have electrolytes given to her every couple hours.  Whatever evil was inside her smelled even worse when it came out of her.  (By Wednesday she was doing better.)

Tuesday morning at 2:30 a.m. my husband got up to use the bathroom.
He stepped in an inch of water.  The bathroom that attaches to our upstairs bedroom was pouring out water from the supply line to the toilet.  Maybe a couple hundred gallons.
(We sleep with a fan on, so we didn't hear anything.) Totally saturated the old growth pine floor upstairs, and made it's way downstairs into our dining room which is right below the bedroom.  Every absorbable towel, blanket, bedspread, was used to soak up the water.  And of course the rugs were all soaked.  So Tuesday morning our contractor cut holes in the dining room ceiling and walls to get air in there.  I should have taken a photo of the stack of laundry I did Tuesday.  

Also, the insurance guy came Tuesday to say water mitigation company would be covered by insurance.  And he agreed that the pine floor would have to be refinished because of warpage (again, just had them done when we moved in two years ago.)  By the way, major pain.  You can't use that area for like two weeks.

 Mitigation company came yesterday.
They set up dehumidifiers and fans in dining room,
downstairs hallway, and upstairs.  SO LOUD.
They will be with us until Monday.  Did I say LOUD?
Sorry, can't hear myself think.

 My son is staying with us this summer.  Today (which is Thursday) he found out that the people
he visited last weekend have tested positive for covid.  So he is in quarantine for two weeks, at our house.  I put up this curtain to separate his area from the rest of the house.  He gets the guest room, downstairs bathroom, sun room and deck. (Basically the only places where there isn't loud machinery.)

 We will be sliding food to him from under the curtain.
Could it get worse?  Well, it is going to feel like 100 degrees today,
so the deck is probably not going to be usable for him.  It hasn't rained in weeks,
so I do need to get out and water in this heat.  I need a vacation from bad news.
Waa.  Waa.  Waa. Call the wambulance.

2 comments:

  1. arggggggggggggg, all of that sucks. When a pipe busted in our ceiling 7 rooms got wet. We had glue down real cherry wood. The only way to get it up was with a jack hammer looking thing that scraped the cement under the wood. OMG. It splintered the wood and the dust was seriously an inch thick all over everything in the house. A nightmare. Sorry to hear about all the bad juju.

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  2. thanks for your sympathy. we had a house fire 25 years ago, and it kind of reminds me of that -- even the water damage. i am seriously considering living with the warpage every time i think of the pain in the neck it will be to refinish the floors. i did put my foot down n(hard) when they talked about replacing them. just finishing the holes in the walls will create enough dust -- and you are RIGHT , the dust gets EVERYWHERE. thanks for reading my whining, it honestly makes me feel better

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