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Apr. 17th, 2006 08:27 amThe party never stops at the Jones household. Mom's downstairs hacking crankily at the icemaker in the fridge door, because it's been jammed since last night, and Sister Girl (who is not only chipmunked out after her wisdom tooth removal, but really, really pissed about it) needs a change of ice pack. I mean, she's asleep right now, it's not like she's clapping her hands and calling for the plebes to bring her the Solid Water from the North, but she has to have them changed every few hours.
Anyway, we were going to have breakfast but now she's hacking at the icemaker. I turn on the water to wash my hands, and only a thin trickle comes out. "Is there a reason we don't have any water?" I ask, because maybe she already knows about it. "I DON'T KNOW, ONE PROBLEM AT A TIME!" Okay! "Maybe they're working on the street," she adds (hack hack, stab hack). But when they work on the street, usually you just get a dry sputter. Not a steady trickle. "I just did a load of clothes, so we have water," she says (stab stab stabstabstab). Let the record show that at this point I knew something was up, but kind of didn't want to press the issue.
We're going to have cereal. We need more milk. I go downstairs to the other fridge--does anyone else do this? Whenever we've had to get a new fridge--like, twice in the history of life--we'll put the old one downstairs and the new one upstairs, and the one downstairs is for frozen food and soda. And holiday leftovers, but you get my point. So I'm downstairs in the basement/rec room/refrigerated section getting the new jug of milk and I hear this sound. Now, from the rec room, you can usually hear running water--someone's taking a shower, someone's watering the plants, someone's running the dishwasher. Except that I know that no one's outside, no one's in the shower, and the dishwasher was finished. And the sound seems to be coming not from overhead, but... garagewards.
So I open the door that leads to the garage. You know how Geena Davis opens that door in Beetlejuice and suddenly it's all Dune in there? Substitute "Niagara Falls" and you've got it. Water is pouring out of ceiling, a cascade about three feet wide, onto my mother's car and seeping out under the garage door. You know, the lifty-lifty door. Except there's a lot of water and a very small gap, so it's mostly forming a lagoon at the far end of the room.
I shut the door.
I'm telling you, I stood there for a moment and thought, I am not going to tell her about this. She'd find out eventually, wouldn't she? I wouldn't have to be the one to break the news, right? She'd have to drive somewhere eventually, right? She'd see it then! Or! Or! Even before then! She might look out the kitchen window and see a small ford in the driveway and realize that something's up! Right?
The sad thing is, I end up telling her, and not because common sense prevails. You know, the idea that eventually the reservoir is going to call up and go, "Ma'am, for the love of God, check your basement, because we're running out." The idea that time is of the essence and water doesn't grow on trees, or... some metaphor that actually makes sense, or... look, I'm still a little bit in shock, okay? No, I tell her because I realize I'm a good liar, but I'm not that good.
"Well, I've fixed the icemaker," she says. She's dumping ice back into it out of a big green bowl. There's melted ice everywhere and the dumping is very crashy-noisy. "So, uh, there's alotofwaterinthebasement," I blurt out. "WHAT?" "In the--" "WHERE?" "You're not gonna miss it." Off she goes.
So I sit down and eat my cereal. I hear the garage doors lift (Rrrrrrr), and you will forgive me for imagining a tidal SPLOOOOOOSH right after it. They--my stepfather turned right back around from work and came home--are still down there. More news as it happens, I guess.

Anyway, we were going to have breakfast but now she's hacking at the icemaker. I turn on the water to wash my hands, and only a thin trickle comes out. "Is there a reason we don't have any water?" I ask, because maybe she already knows about it. "I DON'T KNOW, ONE PROBLEM AT A TIME!" Okay! "Maybe they're working on the street," she adds (hack hack, stab hack). But when they work on the street, usually you just get a dry sputter. Not a steady trickle. "I just did a load of clothes, so we have water," she says (stab stab stabstabstab). Let the record show that at this point I knew something was up, but kind of didn't want to press the issue.
We're going to have cereal. We need more milk. I go downstairs to the other fridge--does anyone else do this? Whenever we've had to get a new fridge--like, twice in the history of life--we'll put the old one downstairs and the new one upstairs, and the one downstairs is for frozen food and soda. And holiday leftovers, but you get my point. So I'm downstairs in the basement/rec room/refrigerated section getting the new jug of milk and I hear this sound. Now, from the rec room, you can usually hear running water--someone's taking a shower, someone's watering the plants, someone's running the dishwasher. Except that I know that no one's outside, no one's in the shower, and the dishwasher was finished. And the sound seems to be coming not from overhead, but... garagewards.
So I open the door that leads to the garage. You know how Geena Davis opens that door in Beetlejuice and suddenly it's all Dune in there? Substitute "Niagara Falls" and you've got it. Water is pouring out of ceiling, a cascade about three feet wide, onto my mother's car and seeping out under the garage door. You know, the lifty-lifty door. Except there's a lot of water and a very small gap, so it's mostly forming a lagoon at the far end of the room.
I shut the door.
I'm telling you, I stood there for a moment and thought, I am not going to tell her about this. She'd find out eventually, wouldn't she? I wouldn't have to be the one to break the news, right? She'd have to drive somewhere eventually, right? She'd see it then! Or! Or! Even before then! She might look out the kitchen window and see a small ford in the driveway and realize that something's up! Right?
The sad thing is, I end up telling her, and not because common sense prevails. You know, the idea that eventually the reservoir is going to call up and go, "Ma'am, for the love of God, check your basement, because we're running out." The idea that time is of the essence and water doesn't grow on trees, or... some metaphor that actually makes sense, or... look, I'm still a little bit in shock, okay? No, I tell her because I realize I'm a good liar, but I'm not that good.
"Well, I've fixed the icemaker," she says. She's dumping ice back into it out of a big green bowl. There's melted ice everywhere and the dumping is very crashy-noisy. "So, uh, there's alotofwaterinthebasement," I blurt out. "WHAT?" "In the--" "WHERE?" "You're not gonna miss it." Off she goes.
So I sit down and eat my cereal. I hear the garage doors lift (Rrrrrrr), and you will forgive me for imagining a tidal SPLOOOOOOSH right after it. They--my stepfather turned right back around from work and came home--are still down there. More news as it happens, I guess.
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:33 pm (UTC)Good luck.
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:34 pm (UTC)This post brought to you by the "I cut up a godforsaken aluminum cupcake pan so I could bake them 2 at a time in the toaster oven, because the big oven died, the same day as the clothes dryer, and my father's car.) Car's running, oven is finally back, but I'm still drying my clothes on the dog's outdoor run line.
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:43 pm (UTC)Yeah. We had a lodger who managed not to realise the taps needed turning off when you changed your mind on a bath...
Good luck. :/
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:50 pm (UTC)Good news: you got userpicked again (http://community.livejournal.com/userpicks/228642.html).
Bad news: homicidal Oklahoma would-be cannibal played Kingdom of Loathing (http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/04/16/underwood.ap/index.html). Let's try to keep the whole "meat-as-currency" aspect of KoL on the down-low.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:44 pm (UTC)And yeah, I heard about the KOL thing--I feel really bad for them, because taken out of context, the site sounds sooooo bad, when it's really just stick figures and pop culture references.
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:52 pm (UTC)That's a fantastic image, though. A waterfall made in a garage. And yes, we do the fridge thing too.
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:57 pm (UTC)*hug* i hope you get this fixed.
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:59 pm (UTC)This particular disaster involves water; maybe it's Poolthulu making a play for power again? Just a thought.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:11 pm (UTC)Good luck with this. Your life is turning into one of those really awkward sitcoms where EVERYTHING goes wrong, isn't it? Hopefully it'll all resolve itself--or y'all will resolve it, and life will be back to some semblance of normal.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:16 pm (UTC)It must be one of those days since I get a call from my best friend this morning telling me how her hairdryer burst into flames this morning and started exploding and spinning around like those jumping jack fireworks. She now has a burnt hole in the bathroom floor and a singed pile of clothing.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:21 pm (UTC)Do you guys use AHS for your home warranty? that's what we do.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:21 pm (UTC)Needless to say, it created a shallow puddle of water on the floor (could have turned into a miniature flood, at worse). Guess who had to clean said puddle up? Yup, moi.
All that remains now is a portion of ceiling that's a bit moldy from the water leakage. A bit freaky, if you asked me.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:28 pm (UTC)That sounds so trite. "Sorry your house seems to be trying to blow itself up in bitty little increments. Good luck with that! Tra lalala la off I go to happy land!" and somewhere in the distance is the low "thud of a rifle being shot in the direction of my back.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:37 pm (UTC)How can we help you?
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:55 pm (UTC)In other news, wishing Sister Girl well.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:02 pm (UTC)Long story short, my ceiling caved in. So make sure that your garage ceiling is ok! I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, or your cars to be damaged because of the water.
Trust me, these things happen. And happen. And happen...
Date: 2006-04-17 03:53 pm (UTC)First the walls started leaking rusty water (you know, the kind that looks like diluted blood) and then the ceiling got into the act. Right near the center where the light was (it was a very small apartment).
Suffice to say we moved as soon as our lease ended due to the total terror that place kept us in.
On a more recent note, when we purchased our new house apparently one of the toilets didn't have a proper seal and it leaked all over the floor, going through the ceiling of our living room. Luckily we caught it in time, cleaned and dried everything up, fixed the seal, and once the ceiling dried bought this nifty sealer that's specifically for ceilings that have undergone such a trauma.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:09 pm (UTC)I hope things get better. Sometimes it seems like houses are alive themselves, and every once in a while they get this defiant attitude, like they're trying to say, "I'm just not going to do what you want for a while, because I can."
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:16 pm (UTC)if Sister Girl runs out of gauze and still needs some for the bleeding, I have one word for her: tampons. They work very well if her dentist didn't give enough gause like mine did.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:26 pm (UTC)Thankfully, with the two of us working on it we got it down a bit and then the drain finally kicked in. I told my Dad about and he just shrugged at me. Honestly...
Well...Happy Monday!
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:53 pm (UTC)Also, I have a second fridge in my basement too. The people at Sears screwed something up bigtime, so my dad got them to give us a fridge.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:55 pm (UTC)