Linda's flight was cancelled so she didn't leave this a.m. as originally intended. Last night she was able to re-book for Saturday morning which was a relief. I was concerned about us venturing out in the midst of the storm to get her to the airport only to find the flight was cancelled or something. Whew!
During the night, or quite early this a.m. I heard this shrieking sound. At first I couldn't identify it, but then thought it was a smoke detector. I got up to investigate and sure enough, it was my water alarm going off in the living room. Water was coming in behind the TV. Before Justin went to bed I asked him to get the roasters off the shelf of the pantry closet, which he did, grudgingly. He thought I was worrying needlessly but alas, I was not.
I got him up to help me, as I'd already pulled the TV table out and turned the carpet back away from the wetness. Nuts! I was so hoping this wouldn't happen any longer. I am so thankful I opted to not replace the ceiling in this room the last time we had major leaks. Would have been a terrible shame! I am so thankful for the water alarm, which were a gift from Justin.
The paint is bubbled on the wall, too, as you can see, but hopefully will be okay once it dries
Fortunately, Linda never heard the alarm nor us up and about in the living room, far enough away from her room for it to bother her. I lined the enamel roasters with placemats to avoid hearing the drip, drip, drip. Justin laid dry beach towels down under the roasters after mopping up, and we went to bed. I was wakeful all night, waiting for the alarm to go off again if the leak spread to the French doorway, as its done in the past. Glad that didn't happen but I was still upset. Justin seemed to think we'd have no leaks since the storm was coming from the west, and I was also hopeful of such. But, that proved optimistic. Glad it wasn't worse than it was. We have a fan running to dry the area in hopes of saving the floor boards from additional damage. We shall see! Good thing it's behind the TV.
