Loose Ends
Oh, yes, this week was drama. I really did fall asleep after posting the previous post. Just crashed on the couch with the laptop next to my feet.
The place is still in chaos, though not as bad. First of all, it's just me here now, so it's much quieter. Then there's the carpet. That situation has improved, contributing to the increased normalcy. There's still plenty to do, though.
The carpet. Well, Thursday morning we pulled up the marshlands. The carpet was folded back onto itself while Dad 2 cut away the carpet pad, which we then carried outside so it could dry. Of course, a drenched carpet pad is monstrously heavy, so it went out in chunks. Drippy chunks. It was like when you dunk a chocolate chip cookie (no nuts) in a glass of non-fat milk. The cookie gets heavier, and it drips whitish bluish milky fluid. Of course, in the case of the cookie, "heavier" is in terms of milligrams, not kilograms, and the "milky fluid" is, in fact, milk. God only knows what made the carpet pad drip milky fluid.
Under the carpet pad there was cement, not wood. Whew! On a three digit day with the door opened, the carpet pulled away, and the AC turned off, it dried out in no time. No permanent damage there. The carpet pad fragments came back in a few hours later, also dried and without noticeable damage. (The largest of them is STILL outside, but only because it has not had the chance to fully dry, having been attacked by a herd of wild sprinklers every night)
The carpet was another story. It was even heavier than the pad, but at least we didn't have to take it outside. What we did do was comical. Three of my kitchen chairs went under the carpet, and the fan from my room spent three days blowing on the whole mess. Half my living room looked very much like some kids had built a fort. It was really hard to get to the phone, since the phone was behind the fort's wall.
Today I put together a puzzle. It was a challenge. The carpet is finally dry, so I could put the pad and carpet back down. It took a long time even to figure out that one piece was for upstairs. Then I realized that the piece outside would give me a clue. I also figured I should protect it from those ferocious sprinklers. Yeah. I'm really crazy tired.
All this insanity was caused by a gaping hole in the pipes under the kitchen sink. This shut down the washer, sink, and dish washer. The pipes were so old they rotted out, and moving stuff around on Tuesday or whenever had taken an already leaky pipe and punched a hole in it. And since the water leaked backward into the living room and not into the kitchen, we never noticed in all the times we washed things in that sink on Wednesday.
It's all good now. The pipes were replaced. The carpet is dry. I have chairs again, and there is no longer a wall of carpet between me and the phone.
The place is still in chaos, though not as bad. First of all, it's just me here now, so it's much quieter. Then there's the carpet. That situation has improved, contributing to the increased normalcy. There's still plenty to do, though.
The carpet. Well, Thursday morning we pulled up the marshlands. The carpet was folded back onto itself while Dad 2 cut away the carpet pad, which we then carried outside so it could dry. Of course, a drenched carpet pad is monstrously heavy, so it went out in chunks. Drippy chunks. It was like when you dunk a chocolate chip cookie (no nuts) in a glass of non-fat milk. The cookie gets heavier, and it drips whitish bluish milky fluid. Of course, in the case of the cookie, "heavier" is in terms of milligrams, not kilograms, and the "milky fluid" is, in fact, milk. God only knows what made the carpet pad drip milky fluid.
Under the carpet pad there was cement, not wood. Whew! On a three digit day with the door opened, the carpet pulled away, and the AC turned off, it dried out in no time. No permanent damage there. The carpet pad fragments came back in a few hours later, also dried and without noticeable damage. (The largest of them is STILL outside, but only because it has not had the chance to fully dry, having been attacked by a herd of wild sprinklers every night)
The carpet was another story. It was even heavier than the pad, but at least we didn't have to take it outside. What we did do was comical. Three of my kitchen chairs went under the carpet, and the fan from my room spent three days blowing on the whole mess. Half my living room looked very much like some kids had built a fort. It was really hard to get to the phone, since the phone was behind the fort's wall.
Today I put together a puzzle. It was a challenge. The carpet is finally dry, so I could put the pad and carpet back down. It took a long time even to figure out that one piece was for upstairs. Then I realized that the piece outside would give me a clue. I also figured I should protect it from those ferocious sprinklers. Yeah. I'm really crazy tired.
All this insanity was caused by a gaping hole in the pipes under the kitchen sink. This shut down the washer, sink, and dish washer. The pipes were so old they rotted out, and moving stuff around on Tuesday or whenever had taken an already leaky pipe and punched a hole in it. And since the water leaked backward into the living room and not into the kitchen, we never noticed in all the times we washed things in that sink on Wednesday.
It's all good now. The pipes were replaced. The carpet is dry. I have chairs again, and there is no longer a wall of carpet between me and the phone.
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