After posting yesterday's blog post I walked downstairs to look for some paint. We're gonna do some touch ups before an appraiser takes a view. What surprise do I get on my shoulder? A water drip from the ceiling... Yes, the ceiling in the basement. Dang, what's that??
After Tim and I stood there for a few minutes, some what stupified, he asked me to go and see if the sink upstairs in the kitchen was leaking at all. I ran up and looked, nope. But then I remembered that the refrigerator had some work done on it a few months back. I pulled it out and ... ugh, big pool of water. Yep, there was the culprit.
So after only $61.00 to a plumber, our leak is fixed.
But I have a feeling it's gonna be a bit more to fix this:
At least the whole ceiling didn't fall in, but we're a bit concerned about the route of the water. Where it came out isn't anywhere near where the refrigerator sits.. hmm..
So, I'm feeling a bit like this reference of Mary's. Yet, I'll convince myself to be more like this reference of hers.
How am I doin'?
I'll talk about that top hat later, it deserves its own post.