This Brief News Item
First the moral, then the story: never taunt a thunderstorm for dallying on its way toward you.
I have a flood here. Actually, I don't know yet if it was caused by the storm we had late afternoon.
If it was, then wind may have blown shingles loose on the roof of the apartment building. Since my apartment is on the third floor, it is directly under the roof.
Alternatively, there is a pipe of some kind that runs above the ceiling in the bathroom and possibly runs above the living at the far end closest to the bedroom. That pipe sprung a terrible leak several years ago at the height of a snow storm, and I ended up bailing non-stop for 27(?) hours.
Now for the description.
Water started dripping from the ceiling into the tub last night--in three different place but all in a row and leading toward the wall that divides the bathroom from the living room. I poked holes through the drywall or plaster or whatever it is at each of the three places, so that the water could come out more efficiently. Since the office wasn't open and the leak was contained, this didn't count as an emergency by apartment management standards, so I went to bed.
I set the alarm early, fully expecting to get up and get ready to go to the labyrinth via Paratransit this morning. Before the alarm even was due to go off, I woke. Have you ever wakened for like no reason and then discovered that something is amiss in your place? I have this happened occasionally. Anyway, I walked into the bathroom, and looked like the eak had stopped. (It hadn't but it was very slow.) I went into the living room and looked up to see dark atches on the ceiling. Water was slowly leaking from one of these patches, partially on the commode table and partially on the arm of one rattan chair.
I shifted things--the water was really pooled on the table--and grabbed a big pot from the kitchen. Naturally the target area isn't flat. I shifted the chair away from the table slightly, and then balanced the plot on one sodden edge of the table. When I went back into the bathroom to get a small towel to put into the bottom of the pot, I discovered that two of the three leaks in the bathrooms were still leaking after all, just very slowly and still directly into the tub.
Since then, I've had a half cup or coffee, interrupted by me getting up and shifting something for the repairmen so they can work more easily, then some more coffee and a bit more shifting. And like that. It's a couple of minutes after 10 and I still haven't called the rental office. For the moment, the worst of the damage is over. I'd like to get change into clothes I can wear all day while they work. I also need to shift a few more things, and then clean up the bathroom floor. It gets to be a real mess since it's not only a bathroom floor but also a kitty playground, feeding area and litter area. At minimum, I need to sweep litter into a silent butler and dump it, etc, then gather up toys into a pile and like that. I figure on calling the office in about an hour.
And that's it for now. I'll had a comment to this as an update if something unexpected happens.
p.s. Joanne: guess I'm not coming to the labyrinth after all today. Sorry.
p.p.s. My achilles heel hurts. Likely it will hurt more in a little while.
I have a flood here. Actually, I don't know yet if it was caused by the storm we had late afternoon.
If it was, then wind may have blown shingles loose on the roof of the apartment building. Since my apartment is on the third floor, it is directly under the roof.
Alternatively, there is a pipe of some kind that runs above the ceiling in the bathroom and possibly runs above the living at the far end closest to the bedroom. That pipe sprung a terrible leak several years ago at the height of a snow storm, and I ended up bailing non-stop for 27(?) hours.
Now for the description.
Water started dripping from the ceiling into the tub last night--in three different place but all in a row and leading toward the wall that divides the bathroom from the living room. I poked holes through the drywall or plaster or whatever it is at each of the three places, so that the water could come out more efficiently. Since the office wasn't open and the leak was contained, this didn't count as an emergency by apartment management standards, so I went to bed.
I set the alarm early, fully expecting to get up and get ready to go to the labyrinth via Paratransit this morning. Before the alarm even was due to go off, I woke. Have you ever wakened for like no reason and then discovered that something is amiss in your place? I have this happened occasionally. Anyway, I walked into the bathroom, and looked like the eak had stopped. (It hadn't but it was very slow.) I went into the living room and looked up to see dark atches on the ceiling. Water was slowly leaking from one of these patches, partially on the commode table and partially on the arm of one rattan chair.
I shifted things--the water was really pooled on the table--and grabbed a big pot from the kitchen. Naturally the target area isn't flat. I shifted the chair away from the table slightly, and then balanced the plot on one sodden edge of the table. When I went back into the bathroom to get a small towel to put into the bottom of the pot, I discovered that two of the three leaks in the bathrooms were still leaking after all, just very slowly and still directly into the tub.
Since then, I've had a half cup or coffee, interrupted by me getting up and shifting something for the repairmen so they can work more easily, then some more coffee and a bit more shifting. And like that. It's a couple of minutes after 10 and I still haven't called the rental office. For the moment, the worst of the damage is over. I'd like to get change into clothes I can wear all day while they work. I also need to shift a few more things, and then clean up the bathroom floor. It gets to be a real mess since it's not only a bathroom floor but also a kitty playground, feeding area and litter area. At minimum, I need to sweep litter into a silent butler and dump it, etc, then gather up toys into a pile and like that. I figure on calling the office in about an hour.
And that's it for now. I'll had a comment to this as an update if something unexpected happens.
p.s. Joanne: guess I'm not coming to the labyrinth after all today. Sorry.
p.p.s. My achilles heel hurts. Likely it will hurt more in a little while.