Water world
We had a squeaky board in our Silent Floor upstairs. The carpenter apparently didn't follow "Silent Floor" instructions 15 years ago, and the creak was annoying. So W got a $15 kit to take care of it, with nice snap-off screw heads to hold the subfloor to the joists. Brrrrt. Brrrrt. The electric drill was doing fine.
Until Waldemar met water world. The plumber had apparently bent a water pipe to fit instead of cutting it to length during installation... so it was rammed against the subfloor instead of leaving a standard 1.5" gap under it.
The screw went through the soft plastic pipe and unleashed a torrent of clean water (thanks for small mercies!). We're no stranger to fountain action. We've had annual floods since we moved in: each time water comes dripping into the family room, we rush for buckets, towels, and a plunger. Usually someone packs too much toilet paper into the low-flow toilet and causes an overflow, but this time we were grateful it was clean. W ran for the water main, flipped it off... THEN got the buckets and towels as water dripped from the ceiling I'd painted two weeks ago in an effort to tidy up the water marks.
"Boy, I'm glad I didn't repair the ceiling," was my husband's wry remark as he called a friend who used to be a plumber. They spent the evening sawing out pipes, resaudering, repairing. They talked theology until long past dark.
So, now my floor is freshly mopped, there are towels in the wash, and we have another hole in the ceiling on the opposite side of the first one. Perhaps open beams would be in order?
Until Waldemar met water world. The plumber had apparently bent a water pipe to fit instead of cutting it to length during installation... so it was rammed against the subfloor instead of leaving a standard 1.5" gap under it.
The screw went through the soft plastic pipe and unleashed a torrent of clean water (thanks for small mercies!). We're no stranger to fountain action. We've had annual floods since we moved in: each time water comes dripping into the family room, we rush for buckets, towels, and a plunger. Usually someone packs too much toilet paper into the low-flow toilet and causes an overflow, but this time we were grateful it was clean. W ran for the water main, flipped it off... THEN got the buckets and towels as water dripped from the ceiling I'd painted two weeks ago in an effort to tidy up the water marks.
"Boy, I'm glad I didn't repair the ceiling," was my husband's wry remark as he called a friend who used to be a plumber. They spent the evening sawing out pipes, resaudering, repairing. They talked theology until long past dark.
So, now my floor is freshly mopped, there are towels in the wash, and we have another hole in the ceiling on the opposite side of the first one. Perhaps open beams would be in order?
