The fun never stops
Nov. 1st, 2001 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaI'm back from vacation, since 2:15 this morning.
Since 2:15, *squelch* *squelch* "I couldn't possibly have tracked this much water in, could... no. Not this much water", ceiling doesn't look leaky, mildewing carpet smelling like a three-days'-dead possum, "nothing looks broken," "what the hell, we have to get up in less than five hours, we'll just call the rental office in the morning," "...if we can sleep through this smell," this morning.
We came home this afternoon to a bright blue industrial fan in our entryway. (Nothing for the dining room or the soaked bit of the living room, and still standing water on the kitchen floor, but it's a start.) A cheerful note from the maintenance guys informs us that they've replaced our hot water heater. Could we please leave the fan on, and they'll come back and check tomorrow?
The rental office informs us that they'll arrange to have the carpets cleaned. So at least there's that. In the meantime, the fan and a box of Arm & Hammer baking soda are beginning to deal with the possum smell.
Also tomorrow, I need to call around and find a muffler place that opens early on Saturday. Because, Wednesday night, just before our vacation, when I was 50 miles north of Baltimore in the godforsaken wilderness, attempting to come home from a mandatory IHV retreat, my muffler dissociated itself from my tailpipe. Not visibly, you understand, in an okay-it's-just-my-muffler, confidently-safe-to-drive way, but in a mysterious, throwing-myself-on-the-mercy-of-a-random-friendly-truckdriver-with-a-maglite way.
Yes, I had a lovely vacation, about which more later. My mistake was apparently not staying there.
Since 2:15, *squelch* *squelch* "I couldn't possibly have tracked this much water in, could... no. Not this much water", ceiling doesn't look leaky, mildewing carpet smelling like a three-days'-dead possum, "nothing looks broken," "what the hell, we have to get up in less than five hours, we'll just call the rental office in the morning," "...if we can sleep through this smell," this morning.
We came home this afternoon to a bright blue industrial fan in our entryway. (Nothing for the dining room or the soaked bit of the living room, and still standing water on the kitchen floor, but it's a start.) A cheerful note from the maintenance guys informs us that they've replaced our hot water heater. Could we please leave the fan on, and they'll come back and check tomorrow?
The rental office informs us that they'll arrange to have the carpets cleaned. So at least there's that. In the meantime, the fan and a box of Arm & Hammer baking soda are beginning to deal with the possum smell.
Also tomorrow, I need to call around and find a muffler place that opens early on Saturday. Because, Wednesday night, just before our vacation, when I was 50 miles north of Baltimore in the godforsaken wilderness, attempting to come home from a mandatory IHV retreat, my muffler dissociated itself from my tailpipe. Not visibly, you understand, in an okay-it's-just-my-muffler, confidently-safe-to-drive way, but in a mysterious, throwing-myself-on-the-mercy-of-a-random-friendly-truckdriver-with-a-maglite way.
Yes, I had a lovely vacation, about which more later. My mistake was apparently not staying there.
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Ack!
Date: 2001-11-02 11:58 am (UTC)If that don't beat all... I hope the dead possum smell has dissipated by now. Sorry you had to come home to that.
-Bill