OK, we're cursed. We must

OK, we're cursed. We must be. Or maybe this place is, I don't know which.

I took my shower, then got Alexander dressed, and we went downstairs while Karen had a shower. I got downstairs and heard an odd noise from the kitchen. It sounded kinda like the white noise static crap that the baby monitor makes when the transmitter is turned off, only not as harsh. I walked into the kitchen to investigate, and into a half-inch of water!

Yep. The water heater got too old and decrepit to go on, and sprung a leak, about a foot from the top. I shut off the main valve, and called the office. Mike the Maintenance Guy came right away. He started draining the tank, and bypassed it so we at least have cold water (did you know that washing your hands in winter-cold water is *invigorating*?) and has gone off to find a new tank. He assured us it will be done today. Thank goodness for uneven floors - the water went into the kitchen, and *not* into the office. Karen and Alexander have gone off with Grandma and Boppa, and I'll catch up with them later, I hope...

Posted by Squiddy at November 2, 2002 11:50 AM | TrackBack