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Mr. Shop-Vac To the Rescue --- Again!
May. 10th, 2004 06:30 pmI arrived home this evening to find the Ex emptying the Shop-Vac into the outdoor garbage bin, a disguisted expression in his face. When I stepped out of the car, he greeted with, "You've had more flooding."
My initial alarm was compounded by confusion. It rained today, yes, but it was a relatively light rain -- not at all the kind of deluge which usually precedes a water invasion.
It turns out that the problem was due to his broken toilet flooding downward to the space between his floor and the ceiling of my bathroom, and then coming in to my bathroom through my light fixture. Fortunately, this was water from the tank, not "used" water. The Ex's hypothesis is that the weight of a very large person who visited on Saturday was too much for the fixture and it cracked.
So now my dear friend Mr. Shop-Vac is duct-taped to the open hole in my ceiling (where the light fixture usually resides), blowing air through the crawl space to dry it out. Mr. Shop-Vac is not a quiet or discrete implement, although closing the bathroom door as far as possible does help some.
If any of you are on particularly good terms with the Water Elementals, you might advise me in what I might do to ingratiate myself with them. (Or find out what I did to tick them off.) One flood a year during the height of the winter rains I could cope with -- unhappily, but I could cope. Now the incursions are happening every couple of months, and from the strangest of problems!
My initial alarm was compounded by confusion. It rained today, yes, but it was a relatively light rain -- not at all the kind of deluge which usually precedes a water invasion.
It turns out that the problem was due to his broken toilet flooding downward to the space between his floor and the ceiling of my bathroom, and then coming in to my bathroom through my light fixture. Fortunately, this was water from the tank, not "used" water. The Ex's hypothesis is that the weight of a very large person who visited on Saturday was too much for the fixture and it cracked.
So now my dear friend Mr. Shop-Vac is duct-taped to the open hole in my ceiling (where the light fixture usually resides), blowing air through the crawl space to dry it out. Mr. Shop-Vac is not a quiet or discrete implement, although closing the bathroom door as far as possible does help some.
If any of you are on particularly good terms with the Water Elementals, you might advise me in what I might do to ingratiate myself with them. (Or find out what I did to tick them off.) One flood a year during the height of the winter rains I could cope with -- unhappily, but I could cope. Now the incursions are happening every couple of months, and from the strangest of problems!
