The At Home Chronicles
Today I intended to do some stuff. When I went down to the basement, I noticed that the water heater was sitting in a pool of water. Looking around the edge of the heater to see how bad the damage was, I saw flames jetting out from under the heater. At this point, it was also apparent the heater was making a sound like a running faucet, probably because it essentially was: from the pipe, into the heater, out the implied holes/cracks in the tank, onto the floor. I had this conundrum: a water heater is essentially just a pile of water and a flame. Perhaps in this case those two elements were somewhat displaced, or at least expanding their area of influence. But we still had hot water, so was it a problem? After all, surely if the flames got (more) out of control, they'd be defeated by the growing moat!
I opted to not burn to death while drowning. I decided to burden mom with this addition to the portfolio of fuckery this house has visited upon us. Tomorrow, some nice person will come replace it in exchange for a lot of money, but less money than we feared. Since we have none money, at some point, any money is moot, but I still dimly understand less is better.
Next up: socket of death next to my bed, where I frequently plug things in without looking, and keep flowy scarves.
I opted to not burn to death while drowning. I decided to burden mom with this addition to the portfolio of fuckery this house has visited upon us. Tomorrow, some nice person will come replace it in exchange for a lot of money, but less money than we feared. Since we have none money, at some point, any money is moot, but I still dimly understand less is better.
Next up: socket of death next to my bed, where I frequently plug things in without looking, and keep flowy scarves.