I just posted on stress and how 2 moves
in one summer and getting rid of a
life-time's stuff, nearly "done me in."
This is it. Can't get any worse. WRONG.
OH MY GOD. Yesterday I was making my lunch and a
strange bang, followed by the sound of rushing water
sent strange chills through my body. What the....? I ran
around the house like a mad-woman, up stairs and down
in the cellar, searching where water could be rushing.
Nothing. I went back to the kitchen and witnessed
rain from the ceiling, along with falling plaster.
I've never had pipes freeze and burst before, but the temp
has been 25 to 30 deg. below zero for over a week. I was
so shocked, I didn't know what to do first. Call the plumber.
I think the receptionist thought I was having a heart
attack and I almost was.
Back to cellar to "try" to turn the water off, but the
plumber, only last week had put in a full house water
filter and changed the shut-off valves. Oh God.
By now the water was up to my ankles in the kitchen
and spreading to the rest of the house. Cody shot under the
bed and Puss headed for high ground. I struggled to get
furniture and electrical cords to a few patches of dry
Nice thing about small towns and using the same
plumber. He was here in less than 5 minutes but the
house looked like the aftermath of a tornado. I called
the insurance gal, the people with the big fans and started
draping the floor with towels to soak up the water.
Within an hour guys were buzzing through the house
and did their jobs with great authority. The plumber
found two holes.... both hot and cold pipes, repaired
them and handed me the pieces of pipe, saying save
these for the ins. adjuster.
Big holes in the ceiling and big machines roaring
throughout the house. Just when you think things
couldn't get worse, watch out, they usually do. Haha
|The kitchen floor, sucking up the water|
|Big machines throughout the house|