Ok, it wasn't all that bad. More like a major leak. But I'm telling you, it's getting old. Since the Great Flood of '09, I have acquired a disorder that professionals refer to as post-traumatic-stress-associated-with-all-things-water-syndrome. Seriously, I am forever checking for water leaks and always anticipating the worse. So last week when I was on the floor in my craft room, sorting through old pictures, my arm happened to brush against a king size fitted sheet that needed mending... and it was completely soaked. And then I touched the carpet in the closet area and it was completely soaked. Oh. My. Gosh. Not again! So I ran to call Randy and proceeded to FREAK OUT!
Long story short, the bathtub plumbing was leaking and over time soaked a portion of my craft room and also the bedroom on the other side of the bathroom. Wouldn't you know, the one place I couldn't look under for leaks. But it's fixed and we didn't need to replace the tub or the carpet or anything. Just pipes. Thank God, because we do NOT see a bathroom remodel, or ANY remodel for that matter, in our foreseeable future.
SO, as you can see from the pics, I had to unload everything from the closet shelving so we could remove the carpet and prepare for the worst. Well, they ended up cutting a hole in the drywall on the bedroom side to repair the pipes, and we were able to put things back together after the carpet & pad had dried.
All to say, I'm starting to wonder if these floods are happening because it's an opportunity to weed out, down-size and purge my possessions. Cuz as you can see, I have a lot. In fact, I have watched enough of that Hoarders show to know that I was potentially heading in that direction had it not been for these unfortunate floods.
Anyway, I am weeding out and I don't feel sad, cuz I'm finding things I forgot I had.
Those should seriously be lines in a country song or something.
Or at least said with a country twang.
Or maybe not.