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Archive for June 13th, 2006

There’s a Hole in my Drip Pan, Dear Liza, Dear Liza

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This is your lightbulb.

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This is your lightbulb filled with murky water.

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This is your lightbulb when you figure out that the murky water pouring into the first floor kitchen light fixture is coming from the attic hot water heater.

We were in hot water last night – literally.

One of the two hot water tanks in the attic suddenly ruptured, allowing a cascade of swarmy H2O to run from the attic, into the light fixtures and vents in the girls’ second story bathroom, through that floor and finally exiting the kitchen ceiling light fixture.  Imagine Lois’ surprise as the fixture’s 2′ x 3′ plastic cover shattered, dumping water all over her, and her freshly popped corn.

Fortunately, I am married to the world’s most talented man, and he’s figuring out what we’re going to fix ourselves, and what we’re going to hire repaired.  Also fortunately – we have wonderful neighbors that are busy washing towels, bathmats and assortment of piled-up laundry.  Keith has the electricity working now (dah), and we ought to be able to shower and flush toilets shortly.  This place was starting to remind me of my six weeks in India in ’87.

Dear Liza:  Next time you hear a faint drip-drip-drip….don’t think of the old campfire fable about the maniac under the bed licking your hand.  Instead – look up.  And hope there’s nothing even scarier.

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