janedavitt

Luckily the Davitt flood this year was me going into the basement and noticing a patch of wet carpet about the size of a coffee table. The copper pipe leading from the furnace to outside, presumably to carry away condensation, was dripping slowly, barely anything, but even so, wet patch.

I channeled Buffy and muttered 'full copper repipe' several times.

Honestly, we will never dare finish that basement. Ever. At least with the pipes exposed we can see when they leak.

Fun stuff first: Eleanor just found out that her Invader Zim vid got an Honorable Mention in the vid competition at the convention!

That is so cool. Very proud. Considering she sent it to them the day before the con, they were very kind to consider it at all.

And the fan girls got Andy Berman to say, in Dib's voice, 'I love you, Zim!' at a panel which E has just incorporated into her new vid, heheh. They had the Zim/Dib puppets kissing too. ZADR rules! :-)) (Zim and Dib Romance, apparently)

The flood has been conquered. David managed to come home around 2.00 and we bought 12 ft of copper pipe (Rona kindly cut in in half so we could get it in the car) and we spent a couple of hours replacing all the old pipe on the wall that seems to keep springing the leaks. David's got a metallurgy degree so playing around with blowtorches and solder is fun, Fun, FUN! Until some of the flux stuff dripped on him.

My arms are killing me from holding up pipe near the ceiling but fingers crossed, all is fixed.

I forgot to say that we got a new mattress yesterday. Not that I have to say, but it's often useful to write these things down. Our old one was 14 years old and David and I kept waking up feeling like the Tin Woodman sans oil.

So in a speedy shopping expedition, we bought one, just like that, returning to the first shop, as you do, and it got delivered the very next day.

It is astonishingly high. Seriously, a foot higher. And I bought new pillow which are Everest high too. The girls stared at it in awe and predicted we'd fall out of bed and break things. I pointed out that since we never do fall out of bed, why would we start now, but they were unconvinced.

It's all stuffed full of latex and memory foam and it sort of engulfs you so turning over is a workout but it's very comfy.

Okay, I'm shattered. Off to watch NCIS with an ice-cold vodka and coke...

June 4 2006.

It's happened again. Woke up to the forecast winter storm, all schools closed. Thought there was a rushing sound, didn't think much of it. Washed face; water pressure low. Impending doom feeling; ran downstairs.

Water. Pouring out of the dishwasher, kitchen floor awash; much worse this time; basement flooded again, water pouring through vents... oh, just like last time.

I can't take comfort in much except they sent their own man out to fix the dishwasher last time, so they can't blame us. Thank God I moved the books to the other side of the basement; some are wet but not many.

Eleanor is distraught as her homemade Clow cards are ruined.


Signing off now; we have to turn the power off so David can sort out the dishawasher and get the water back on.

Off I go to rise to the occasion and all that.