"Grandmother."
"Yes, Honey"
"There's water on my floor and a big, wet circle on the ceiling."
I'm really proud of myself for not blurting out the expletive I was thinking at the time.
(this is what it looked like this evening)
It's been really hot here since Saturday, and we turned the air conditioning on yesterday. We had no way of knowing that the condensate drain for the unit in the attic was clogged. During the night, water poured onto the attic floor, through Grandson's bedroom ceiling onto the floor, through the living room ceiling below, and was beginning to drip onto the carpet and ottoman. We had to move fast.
We got trash cans to catch the pouring water, and piled towels onto the floor to soak up the water. (This was one time that I was thankful that I love towels and have a whole linen closet full of them. We needed every single one.)
As the day went on, and the pouring became dripping and finally stopped, the skim coating on the ceiling drooped lower and lower. By afternoon, pieces began to fall. I was hoping to be able to leave it till tomorrow, after the a/c repair crew comes, but I couldn't. We spread drop cloths, and I scraped off everything that was loose and falling. It's about half the ceiling. I'm just sick.
The plasterer did such a wonderful job when he repaired this ceiling while we were restoring this room a few years ago. Now we have to do it all over again.
I'm going to do my best Scarlett O'Hara impression for the now ... tomorrow is another day, and I will think about repairing all of this later. Once it's dry, I can better assess the damage and figure out how to proceed.
It sucks to go backward.
(written by Hartwood Roses. Hartwood Roses blog.)
