The ceiling fell in the utility room where the leak was. Actually, I still hear pieces coming down intermittently, so it's not done yet. I had to clean it up right away, because it fell on some of the cat litters. I don't know where the water will come through, now that there's no wallboard there to channel it. I wish I could say it will be interesting to find out, but I'm tired, and sore, and really depressed right now, so no. But I'll find out anyway- we're due more thunderstorms today. After all, this is Ohio.
Leaking water grossness
Jun. 20th, 2014 04:58 pmI've calmed down some now. But I am still soggy with dirty water from the leak in the utility room ceiling. The water has traveled down through the wall from the soffit of the half-story roof above, or at least that was the way it went last time.
OK, couldn't stand it anymore, so I changed all my clothes. Because I was that drenched.
The leak is a known factor- or, it had been. This time we had the downpour, but not the wind that had been a factor before. Obviously things have deteriorated further. I keep the bucket on the top shelf under the hole, and would usually check it to see if there was anything in it when it rained. Since there hadn't been for awhile, I got out of the habit of checking, but I did do a sound check when I went through to the bathroom when it was raining.
The first downpour today I didn't hear any dripping when I went through. The second one, after it had been raining awhile, I realized that not only was it dripping, but it sounded like the bucket was very full. But, since I started the bucket-on-the-top-shelf system, I have blown out a ligament in the rotator cuff of one shoulder. To be honest, I couldn't have handled the full bucket even with both shoulders fully functional, but since I can't even get my right arm above waist height without stress, I was not able to easily hold another container to slop off some water to begin emptying the bucket enough to get it down. And ladder work, to get up high enough to bail out some of the water, has been beyond me for a couple of years now.
Skipping most of the details, after the bottom of the bucket skidded backwards as I tipped it, I ended up wearing a good 1 1/2 to 2 gallons of dirty water, with plenty of it on the floor where the cat litters are surrounded by what is now mud (formerly clumping litter). And now I don't dare go anywhere if there's going to be rain, because I could come back to even worse.
Bonus: when the bucket dumped, part of the festivities included me getting a nice gouge down the back of my index finger. Which, really, I can't even figure out exactly how it happened. But it was a thrilling touch, having blood running down my finger as I'm trying to lug the partially full bucket to the back door to dump.
Right now? SO DONE WITH THIS HOUSE.
OK, couldn't stand it anymore, so I changed all my clothes. Because I was that drenched.
The leak is a known factor- or, it had been. This time we had the downpour, but not the wind that had been a factor before. Obviously things have deteriorated further. I keep the bucket on the top shelf under the hole, and would usually check it to see if there was anything in it when it rained. Since there hadn't been for awhile, I got out of the habit of checking, but I did do a sound check when I went through to the bathroom when it was raining.
The first downpour today I didn't hear any dripping when I went through. The second one, after it had been raining awhile, I realized that not only was it dripping, but it sounded like the bucket was very full. But, since I started the bucket-on-the-top-shelf system, I have blown out a ligament in the rotator cuff of one shoulder. To be honest, I couldn't have handled the full bucket even with both shoulders fully functional, but since I can't even get my right arm above waist height without stress, I was not able to easily hold another container to slop off some water to begin emptying the bucket enough to get it down. And ladder work, to get up high enough to bail out some of the water, has been beyond me for a couple of years now.
Skipping most of the details, after the bottom of the bucket skidded backwards as I tipped it, I ended up wearing a good 1 1/2 to 2 gallons of dirty water, with plenty of it on the floor where the cat litters are surrounded by what is now mud (formerly clumping litter). And now I don't dare go anywhere if there's going to be rain, because I could come back to even worse.
Bonus: when the bucket dumped, part of the festivities included me getting a nice gouge down the back of my index finger. Which, really, I can't even figure out exactly how it happened. But it was a thrilling touch, having blood running down my finger as I'm trying to lug the partially full bucket to the back door to dump.
Right now? SO DONE WITH THIS HOUSE.