That’s not good! (Photo credit: ROSS HONG KONG)
One migraine, one sinus headache, 5 hours of barking dogs and parrots, a huge hole in the ceiling of the laundry room, and an $800 bill, and all I can say is if you want good steady work, become a plumber.
Steve the plumber visited today. This wasn’t his first visit, and we expect more. Steve tells me that all the houses built after 1920 and before “modern” plumbing have copper pipes (our house does). Copper pipes spring leaks. Sometimes the leaks go undetected for years. You discover them when the water finds a way out…onto your floor. Or in our case, the water collects and ruins the stash of light bulbs, vacuüm cleaner bags, swiffer cloths, and box of rags I keep on a top shelf…then the collects on the floor…rusty-colored from the path it has traveled.
The mold builds, the mold grows, the mold takes over.
The older the house, the better the chance you will experience water leaks. We have had several over the years. The pipe Steve removed today had a half-dozen leaks. Given the house is 100% copper pipes, we will probably have more leaks.
Tomorrow, JD the carpenter will call and set up a date to repair the ceiling. After the pipes settle, and the mold dies, we will have the ceiling repaired, and the walls and ceilings painted.
Oh the joys of home ownership.
David and I can’t do the things we used to do. Time was he would have repaired the ceiling and I would have painted. That was then. Today, we hire someone to do almost everything one of us did in the past. We are not alone. The aging of the Baby Boom has produced a generation of golden oldies, stiff with arthritis.
At least I walked Johnny today. I haven’t had to hire a dog walker….yet.
My ceiling looks worse—->
- Leak in my Apartment (Photo credit: DonnaGrayson)