I have to tell the plumbing story before I tell Emme’s story.
This house is over 90 years old. I think it was built in 1932? Poor thing, it doesn’t have very responsible occupants.
I may have told you about the leaks in the upstairs bathroom that were affecting the downstairs bathroom? After I repainted the downstairs ceiling I discovered there were still leaks? Well, we were going to get it fixed but the guy kept putting us off, then he said he couldn’t do it, then that pesky pandemic was a great excuse to not do anything, then someone came and fixed it… we thought.
Another problem was in the same spot. When the tub was full, it still dripped. Fortunately, our water heater was pumping out tan water and one of the bathroom sinks developed a steady leak. Well, if there are three problems, it’s probably time to call someone.
God bless Lloyd for having time off in the summer. Normally I’m full of simmering rage at all my teacher friends with their gloriously free summers, but there are times it comes in handy. He stayed home on Friday while the workers replaced pipes, faucets and drains, and also drained the water heater and assessed it. (They don’t think it’s bad enough to replace just yet.)
So, the plumbing is as fixed as it’s going to be for a while, and now there is a downstairs bathroom ceiling to assess. The plumbers were glad that I had made the holes – that means they didn’t have to – but they think we should wait to see if this repair is all that’s needed. Maybe I should put in a drop ceiling?

…. maybe for the house’s 100th birthday…..