On Thursday night, for the second time in six months, a clog in one of our outgoing water lines backed up and caused dirty water and disposal sludge to spew from the basement wet bar, all over the new carpet in the basement (replaced after two explosive incidents in April). Fortunately, John was in the basement watching the news and heard it happen. After 90 minutes of work with the wet-vac, he got up most of the gunk. The plumber came on Friday morning and did some heavy labor. The clog has nothing to do with our dishwasher or disposal, just small, 60 year old pipes that can't handle modern usage, we guess. So, we rented a fan, peeled back the new carpet and John cut out the pad, which we weren't able to dry.
This morning, on his way to return the rental fan. He was greeted with this:
I have a sense of doom...although MAYBE Maren having strep three weeks ago was our first bad thing and these are the last two, so we are okay for awhile? I know, my mind is a crazy and mysterious place.
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