Saturday, July 4, 2009
FIRE, FLOOD & ZOMBIES 2, minus the fire and the zombies
They're not here yet but I suspect they're on their way.
I have just experienced flood # 2, yes NUMBER 2, since I moved in here 4 months ago. This one wasn't even my fault.
I've been dealing with a lot of pent up emotional stuff recently and things have been coming at me like a roller coaster. I had just hauled myself off to the cancer councilor and as I was walking home I got a little skip in my step and felt this sense of calm float over me. I thought, "Everything is going to be okay." I rejoiced in my brief prelude to happiness.
Then I opened my front door.
Something was amiss.
My son was perched upon a chair on the phone and I heard him say, "Grandma, I gotta go." Then I saw the dark carpet and felt the squish of water under my feet. I ran in and everything was a blur until I found the hot water heater gushing gallons of water out the bottom. I cranked the main water valve and shut it off as quickly as I could.
Too late. The water continued creeping across the entire main floor as I called the custodian emergency line and grabbed a bucket and the dust pan. My son and I began scooping up water, filling buckets and moving anything important off the floor.
The destruction was complete. Luckily the custodian came as well as people with a machine that had water sucking capabilities. I panicked and called my older sons friends who came over and began moving furniture. The water heater was removed and replaced, the carpet was ripped up and all my furniture was piled in hallways, outside and my couch (as well as a huge painting) was dumped into my kitchen.
I have been living in hell and chaos ever since. Time to put on my big girl socks. Stripey socks can help you cope with most of life's maladies, and of course floods are a great excuse to take photos. Can you see the subtle visual sarcasm?
So, it turns out that this is what happens when you have a 17 year old water heater. I wish they had figured that out before I moved in.