lazy sunday
Oct. 8th, 2006 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideToday was mostly glorious, with some flooding.
Sarah came over at 10-ish and we hunkered down for a marathon of Rome, the spectacular HBO series that Tony lent me.
We started with breakfast and bloodshed. Halfway through the second episode, we heard this clanging sound, and then a WHOOSH of water. We ran toward the sound, which was the guest bathroom, and it was in the process of flooding. I scrambled frantically for the source and to turn off any water connections, but it stopped after a minute or so. There was about a half-inch of standing water. Sarah mopped up while I frantically called the guy upstairs. He was, indeed, finishing a load of laundry. No water on his floor, but it had just emptied the tub and was going to start the spin cycle. I also called the association president and left a message and started calling the plumbers.
I didn't want the idiots who came out last time, and it seemed that since no more water was gushing and the guy upstairs wasn't going to do any more laundry today, we could wait until tomorrow morning, when the competent plumber is available. Still incredibly freaky, and there were a series of calls to make to the other residents in my 'stack' --up on the third and fourth floor just to make sure not to risk any other sources of chaos.
It took awhile for things to settle down and then we got back into the business of watching more Rome. I'm quite proud of us, really. We made it through ten hours of episodes, and there are only two left. Of course then it'll be all over (wah) and no more Rome for like three years when HBO releases the next season. It is really, really exceptionally good, though. Highly recommend. Historically faithful and done in exquisite detail.
The plumbing thing sucks. I'm grateful that I was home, that the guy upstairs was home (and hadn't just started his laundry and taken off), and that he wasn't an ass (if a bit freaked out about it, as I would be). This building has had major craziness with washing machine floods before and it makes me aware that I never want to do a load of laundry unless I'm here and able to monitor any potential disasters. I really hope the plumbers can figure this out without much hell or expense. And while Andrew's out here, he's going to hear about the last bad experience, and take a look at the shower leak, too. Because I would like to be able to shower in there again. Mrh.
I suppose not everything about being a home-owner can be fun, eh?
Sarah came over at 10-ish and we hunkered down for a marathon of Rome, the spectacular HBO series that Tony lent me.
We started with breakfast and bloodshed. Halfway through the second episode, we heard this clanging sound, and then a WHOOSH of water. We ran toward the sound, which was the guest bathroom, and it was in the process of flooding. I scrambled frantically for the source and to turn off any water connections, but it stopped after a minute or so. There was about a half-inch of standing water. Sarah mopped up while I frantically called the guy upstairs. He was, indeed, finishing a load of laundry. No water on his floor, but it had just emptied the tub and was going to start the spin cycle. I also called the association president and left a message and started calling the plumbers.
I didn't want the idiots who came out last time, and it seemed that since no more water was gushing and the guy upstairs wasn't going to do any more laundry today, we could wait until tomorrow morning, when the competent plumber is available. Still incredibly freaky, and there were a series of calls to make to the other residents in my 'stack' --up on the third and fourth floor just to make sure not to risk any other sources of chaos.
It took awhile for things to settle down and then we got back into the business of watching more Rome. I'm quite proud of us, really. We made it through ten hours of episodes, and there are only two left. Of course then it'll be all over (wah) and no more Rome for like three years when HBO releases the next season. It is really, really exceptionally good, though. Highly recommend. Historically faithful and done in exquisite detail.
The plumbing thing sucks. I'm grateful that I was home, that the guy upstairs was home (and hadn't just started his laundry and taken off), and that he wasn't an ass (if a bit freaked out about it, as I would be). This building has had major craziness with washing machine floods before and it makes me aware that I never want to do a load of laundry unless I'm here and able to monitor any potential disasters. I really hope the plumbers can figure this out without much hell or expense. And while Andrew's out here, he's going to hear about the last bad experience, and take a look at the shower leak, too. Because I would like to be able to shower in there again. Mrh.
I suppose not everything about being a home-owner can be fun, eh?
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Date: 2006-10-09 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-09 05:52 am (UTC)And *indignant* we didn't just watch tv. We also ate a metric ton of chocolate!
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