so i came home and there was a leak in the floor
tonight i got home from work to a weird and loud fan noise in my house. so i took off my boots, because they were wet, and went into the bedroom because the noise was coming from there, and... stepped on a very, very wet area rug. o.O because something was leaking through my floor. this was a whole new kind of leak for me. so i called the landlady and left her kind of a panicked message, and then i called her son who lives behind me and left him kind of a panicked message, and then the landlady called back and i told her my bedroom floor was wet and my rug was soaked and water was leaking up through the floor. and something was making the weirdest noise. she thought a pipe might have burst, so i turned on the faucet in the kitchen sink and the bathroom sink and told her i still had water (yay!). we got off the phone so she could get someone from the apartment behind me to look in the basement. the noise stopped. the water stopped bubbling up from under the floor. i hefted the rug into the bathtub. i mopped up with paper towels, because after the leak stopped, the water on my floor wasn't as bad as i thought. the landlady called back to say that the water had been turned off to the second floor. (??) i have no idea what actually happened. i only know that my bedroom is colder without a rug, but at least the floor isn't wet any more and nothing is leaking. and i still have water.
weird, tho. and disconcerting!
after that i met tamalinn and lbmango for dinner and ate too much enchilada. i missed the x-files and the first showing of the magicians but i can watch the first online tomorrow and i'm currently watching the rerun of the second but i might go to bed before it's over because i am POOPED.
yesterday my sister and i went over to our parents' house to go through some of the stuff in the basement. i apparently have a lot more crap in the basement than she does, and i'm guessing it's because a. i never throw anything away, and b. she has more space in her apartment than i do. (there's a lot of my stuff in the basement because i don't have room for it in my own house.) i went through some fairly huge piles of correspondence - postcards and holiday and birthday cards and the occasional letter - and was amazed and a little saddened by all the people who sent me cards who i don't talk to any more. mostly they're people i lost touch with through a lack of effort on both sides, but there were also a couple people i lost touch with through what felt like determined effort on their parts, and someone i'm pretty sure i had an actual falling-out with. there were also a lot of holiday picture cards of my cousins' kids. i kept those, because i don't generally have pictures of my cousins' kids, and it's nice to see them grow up that way.
my sister also unearthed a box of baby clothes, including tiny ponchos our grandma knitted for us, some tiny clothes that mom made, and a pair of baby shoes that could have belonged to either of us. what do you do with a box of baby clothes, when you don't have any babies of your own? you go "awww, how cute!" for twenty minutes and then keep everything.
also i may or may not have brought a bunch of kids' books home with me.
weird, tho. and disconcerting!
after that i met tamalinn and lbmango for dinner and ate too much enchilada. i missed the x-files and the first showing of the magicians but i can watch the first online tomorrow and i'm currently watching the rerun of the second but i might go to bed before it's over because i am POOPED.
yesterday my sister and i went over to our parents' house to go through some of the stuff in the basement. i apparently have a lot more crap in the basement than she does, and i'm guessing it's because a. i never throw anything away, and b. she has more space in her apartment than i do. (there's a lot of my stuff in the basement because i don't have room for it in my own house.) i went through some fairly huge piles of correspondence - postcards and holiday and birthday cards and the occasional letter - and was amazed and a little saddened by all the people who sent me cards who i don't talk to any more. mostly they're people i lost touch with through a lack of effort on both sides, but there were also a couple people i lost touch with through what felt like determined effort on their parts, and someone i'm pretty sure i had an actual falling-out with. there were also a lot of holiday picture cards of my cousins' kids. i kept those, because i don't generally have pictures of my cousins' kids, and it's nice to see them grow up that way.
my sister also unearthed a box of baby clothes, including tiny ponchos our grandma knitted for us, some tiny clothes that mom made, and a pair of baby shoes that could have belonged to either of us. what do you do with a box of baby clothes, when you don't have any babies of your own? you go "awww, how cute!" for twenty minutes and then keep everything.
also i may or may not have brought a bunch of kids' books home with me.