and counting down the days until the new year. Dad comes on Thursday, so that will be a nice respite from the mundane. I can't help but think that 2009 will be a far better year than this year...let's face it, 2008 didn't put much effort into becoming the "best year ever."
Fiance and I spent last week in California, which was beautiful with pleasant weather. We took a trip to the beach and spent some much needed time away from the sandbox. When we returned to Arizona, there was a puddle of water in the garage..."My, that looks like it could be dripping from our place," I calmly say to fiance; who in defense, shakes his head and lets me know that our condo is further over. As we approached the door, I noticed the floor is bubbled up and looked slightly damp, the baseboard had peeled away from the wall and pooling water soaked our door mat. We went inside, to a seemingly normal house - nothing looked wet or out of place.
Recently the fellow above us put in a new travertine floor (withnosoundbarrier...ahem) so we figure the contractor may have not tightened a pipe correctly when he put the toilet or sink back in or maybe punctured a pipe with his nail gun when he was putting the baseboard back on, thus the water leaking down from his pipes through the wall. So, we call a plumber. Plumber cuts holes in our bathroom wall and finds a bunch of standing water, but no leak. So plumber heads into the outside hall...cuts 5 holes into the wall and ceiling before finding the leak and diagnosing the problem. Thank goodness it wasn't our fault, (and unfortunately it wasn't the fellow upstairs, because we are looking for any excuse to get him to remove his loud ass floor) but we still had to pay for the diagnosis, which is not unlike going to a doctor (in fact, I now know why Joe the Plumber was nervous about Obama's tax plan for those making 250,000 or more a year)...59.00 for the service call, 139.00 to drill the holes, so on and so forth. So we had to foot the bill, and now we must finagle with the HOA and Management company to be reimbursed for our contribution. It isn't only that, but the leak ruined our bathroom floor and cabinetry. It is a hideous vinyl bathroom floor, and we want to replace it before we try to sell it, but right now is not a good time. So I have dried the concrete underneath and have arranged the trash can and plunger to hold the vinyl down until Dad can look at it when he comes and give me an estimate on cost of tile.
Just another day in 2008.
1 comment:
Oh that sucks. I swear, there is nothing more damaging than water. I'm pretty sure that the only reason houses survived from 200 years ago is that they didn't have indoor plumbing. All of our houses will have to be torn down eventually, when mold comes to take over the earth. Hoo, scared myself a little!
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