Friday, April 19, 2013

How I broke my ladder

This post could also be called "I'm one giant klutz."

The outside of our house is very sad. It's an old house and I decided it would be a good idea to give the windowsills a new coat of paint.

Well, that's not the complete truth.

The ugly truth is, I found dry rot on the windowsill and thought I should probably do a tutorial for you all on how to repair dry rot.

After finishing the repair, it was time to repaint the sill.

Now, I need to set the visual stage for this:

We have a crawl space under the house. Instead of having a proper door, we inherited a large piece of wood leaned up against the house.
Other access points have grates to keep critters out, but the one under the kitchen just had the big piece of wood. You can see it on the edge of the embarrassing picture of my window sill.

It's definitely not ideal, but given all the other repairs on the house, getting a proper closure just hasn't been a priority. Just another reality that comes with buying a home that needs a lot of work.

Anyway, I'm out there in the beautiful sunshine painting away when I bumped the wood covering. It fell towards me and I jumped out of the way.

*insert comical cartoon sound effects*

Lots of big crashing.

I turned around to see the wood had fallen on our gas grill and the gas grill had fallen on the ladder.

A domino effect.

Not only did I manage to break the grill, I also broke the ladder.

I can laugh at myself. I really can. I'm probably the only person who can break a ladder by dropping a grill on it.

But, enough laughter.

Now is the time for tears. Not for my grill. Not for my ladder.

When I bent down to pick up the pieces, I heard water.

Coming from under my house.

I ran inside for the flashlight and much to my horror, discovered water pouring out of a pipe. The main drain pipe from my washer had not just sprung a had snapped.

I suppose the good news is that it was just the washer and the upstairs washroom impacted. I could still do dishes and use the downstairs bath. It took three days for the plumbers to take care of things. Sixteen feet of pipe had broken in not just one, but two places.

In the end, losing the grill and the ladder were just tender mercies. I can't imagine how long that pipe would have drained straight in to the middle foundation pillar if I hadn't been a klutz. 

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  1. I love your link to Elder Bednars talk. I knew I had a blog world connection from the moment you invited me over for the Perps Battle. ;)

  2. Oh no! I'm so sorry that your pipe had broken - and what luck that you had a small clumsy moment that unearthed the leak. If you hadn't caught it so early, I can't fathom the damage.

    Hope you're having a good (and dry) weekend!


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