Are you dying to hear how much work has been done on our house?
Nothing good on Pinterest today?
The Great Reveal
Progress is being made, but not super fast. Tomorrow the crews come to replace all the wet drywall that was removed from the bathroom. Walt and I plan to paint over the holiday weekend and hopefully the new flooring will go in early next week. And then we can go home.
What’s that? A choir of angels singing?
I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me…
There have been oh so many things about this experience that I am grateful for (insurance, good friends, the hotel housekeeping staff – I haven’t made my own bed in days!), but having your home flooded is no picnic.
Unless it’s a really bad picnic.
In the rain.
And the only sandwiches are headcheese and Velveeta.
If it’s a picnic like that, then maybe there is a comparison.
Anyway, Walt and I were picking out paint and I mentioned to a fellow paint picker-outer that we were recovering from a plumbing flood (because I’m social like that). He asked if our pipes had burst, which gave me pause because, you know, it hasn’t been that cold here. And, correct me if I’m wrong here, but I believe that it’s generally frozen pipes that lead to bursting. And, once again, I may be showing my ignorance here, but I think that in order for a pipe to freeze, the ambient temperature should probably be, um, less than freezing?
There is only one other explanation I can think of: an angry wizard.
If you do happen to live in an area where the temperature has fallen well below freezing, don’t forget to wrap your pipes, leave cabinet doors open so warmer air can circulate, turn your water to a fast drip and be nice to wizards.