|It never rains, but it pours
||[Apr. 7th, 2007|08:44 am]
Inside my house, that is.
Remember my house? The bad energy house? It's been working overtime lately.
While I was doing yardwork last weekend, I noticed water dripping from a hole in the eaves outside Middle Daughter's bedroom. I suspected it was runoff from the air conditioner. This was confirmed when Husband noticed water dripping from the doorframe of the hall bathroom whenever the air was running.
A visit from the air con guy stemmed the tide, and as a bonus it didn't even cost us anything, since the company that put in the new unit back in September offers a free follow-up inspection. Turns out that not only was the normal drain pipe clogged, the backup drain pipe was clogged as well. Lucky us. But he quickly corrected the problem, and did I mention - free? - so take that, house.
Later that day, Husband, who was home with The Sick Boy, heard a loud crashing noise. A quick inspection revealed that our dining room table had collapsed. One of the legs had simply broken off. Only, no one was in the room at the time. Nothing particularly heavy was on the table, or had been on the table. It just broke, much like the ceiling fan blade a while back. So take that, us.
Thursday evening, Husband called me into the back bathroom to show me water beading on the ceiling. Water that was nowhere near the aforementioned and aforefixed air conditioner piping. Water that seemed a bit rusty. Husband braved the attic and found one of our water pipes had developed a leak. My BIL was able to fix it - he thinks - but we'll have to wait and see if it's really fixed, or if the water will just start to drip someplace else.
I would wonder what could go wrong next, but I know better.