Yesterday morning when I was going through my morning routine in the basement, feeding the cats, scooping litter, dumping the dehumidifier, I noticed water seeping under the partition between the laundry room half of the basement and the furnace room half. A few weeks ago, I had said that probably the next thing to break in the house would be one of the furnaces, or one of the water heaters – and it turned out to be one of the water heaters. I called the plumbing company who’s sticker was on the leaking water heater, and they had a guy over to take a look at 7:45. I just had to bike home in the 100º heat at 1:00 to let the installers in, and we had a new water heater. I didn’t get home until 8:30, after Willy St. Board meeting, and this time when I went in the basement, it was all dry where it was wet before, but they had dumped the old water heater out down the floor drain in the laundry room, but it didn’t go down, because there was a pile of of grainy, grey, salty, stuff that I think is years of mineral deposits from the old water heater tank. I mopped that up, then went upstairs to discover that – possibly because the water had been turned off – that the broken kitchen sink sprayer was in permanent drip mode, and – possibly because of that – there was a small flood under the kitchen sink.
I took everything out from under the sink, and proceeded to make the key lime bars & vegan brownies and start the overnight tabbouleh for Ann’s dinner tonight – more on that in a minute.
So this morning I called our other plumber, Karl, and Saturday I am going faucet shopping. Everything’s all dried out, so I think Karl’s theory that the flood was just a one-off is correct – especially because he also said that if I want a new faucet, I can have one.
