This is where homeownership really makes you want to be a renter again. I get home from the food store, only to find while putting the food away, that the flooring in the pantry is soaking wet. This just is the topper to a wonderful weekend. After some investigation my husband and I find that the source of the water is our 11 year old 50 Gal. hot water heater. Yes our hot water tank is in the pantry, but hey you put the shelving where you have the space... right?!?!
Well the weekend started off pretty well. I was able to attend breakfast with my mother and her friend and we all went to have our nails done. Next stop for the fam, was my company picnic... There was a lot of '80's music, but only 5 showed up dressed from the decade. The kids received a pair of brightly colored cheap sunglasses. There was a pool, but we did not bring our suits. Our youngest saw there were tennis courts, so she wanted to try it. Off we go and then my oldest decides that she wants to try her hand at tennis. My husband takes her on and I have the youngest. Having played tennis since I was about 8 yrs old my children did not know what to expect. They just assume that I have never picked up a racquet other than for racquet ball. Lately though I had forgotten what it is like to serve the ball. However, I did have to take it easy as I was showing an tweener how to play. Well as it turns out she got smacked on her fingers with a ball and she managed to hit herself on top of here head. Now the other one is getting some pretty good hits against her dad. He however lobbed a ball over the fence. Our youngest shortly said she wanted to change partners, she wanted to hit the ball with dad. So change we did, on the second serve my oldest, who was wearing flip-flops, went running for the ball and she ended up having the ball hit her right on top of her foot and that ended our game. Oh well, off we go in search of water and a ladies room. We left shortly after having some great family time! Next stop was to Friendly's Ice Cream so the girls can get something to eat. My husband and I had a Christmas in July party to attend later on that evening.
The party had GREAT food and drink, AWESOME company. The party was going strong, but we could not stay forever. Our oldest daughter works every Saturday & Sunday. Someone needed to take her in the morning. We left earlier that we would have liked.
So now it is Sunday and I got up early to take one daughter to work and when I get home and get the rest of the family ready to get some breakfast, my youngest daughter tells me that I need to call my mother, but my husband stops me from doing that and tells me that one of my aunts has passed away. Even though we knew she was in hospice and that she would be passing, it still hurts and I am managing through it. We go for some breakfast and we take care of many different things for the day. I chatted with my mom later on in the afternoon just about family stuff. She tells me that we all left the party to early seems my sister-in-law go hurt. A citronella candle was burning and someone said that one of the tables was on fire, she went to blow it out and the candle exploded in her face. Now I have been told that she is fine, but she doesn't have any eyebrows or lashed and she has a few burns and she will need to apply burn ointment to her lips and her brows. I spoke with her this evening and she tells me she is okay. Updates will follow.
So, now back to the water matter. My husband called a friend and we will be replacing the tank tomorrow morning. I then call my mom and tell her what has happened and she has so kindly offered the use of the shower for the family. Then it is time to clean up the water. First the tank needed to be drained, the power to it turned off, (after 11 years we finally learned where the electric breaker is for this tank).
Days like today really make me want to rent again. As a matter of fact my husband asked me, "How long before we can move into a 55+ community?" We figure we have many more years here and we will rise above the water tank......
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