February 21st, 2008 |
I got home from work today feeling exhausted. Katie wasn’t feeling well, and we thought we’d have a fire. So after eating some delicious supper, supplied by my parents, I headed out for some firewood.
At our house, we keep the firewood under the mudporch. It’s a nice little outdoor room with a ceiling, 2 1/2 walls, and a brick floor. And it’s really nice, too, that I can get to the firewood via the basement - if it’s raining, I don’t have to get wet, and I don’t have to be outside in the cold for long.
So I wandered down through the basement, opened the back door, and reached up to pull the chain to turn on the light … and the light was gone. Someone actually stole the light bulb from the fixture. Bizarre.
Feeling a bit stressed about the theft, I decided it was time for my monthly inspection of the basement (I try to look it over pretty carefully at least once a month). And what did I find in the? Not only is our refrigerator taking the fast road to the great beyond, in a completely unrelated stroke of good luck, it’s also pouring water down the wall behind it and into the basement. Apparently, there’s a hole in the water line for the ice maker.
Argh.
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