I was dumped. Unceremoniously and without much of an apology...which leaves me asking this Valentine's Day - Where is the love? There is something about rejection that is so deflating. It causes one to wonder - what about me was not good enough? What caused the break-up of something that was once so promising? Of course, [...]
Tag: sump pump
An undeniable affinity for plastic…
I have concluded that after a couple of sump pump failures one becomes unnaturally drawn to the plastics aisle. Plastic bins and containers of all sizes and colors have an almost mystical draw for me these days. It used to be that wide-eyed kid in a candy store look was saved for jewelry or really [...]
I like Ike!
Well, sump pump failure has come to be synonymous around here with a parade of folks in and out of the house - mostly men. There are the water remediation folks - the company owner, the remediation crew and the monitoring guy; the pod guy, the insurance adjuster; the general contractor and that whole crew [...]
The Revenge of the Sump Pump…
I clearly have some bad sump pump karma. I have had two sump pump failures in less than seven months (and yes a new sump pump was installed between sump pump failure one and sump pump failure two). The first time it was a total deconstruction downstairs - walls, carpet, flooring, baseboards, doors, vanity, toilet [...]
Save my water for the pot…
Okay universe - with two sump pump failures in six months (the second coming mere weeks after the repairs were finally completed from the first failure) - I am thinking you are trying to tell me something. Are you pissed at me for disparaging your buddy Mother Nature? Did I hurt your feelings when I [...]
Do you water the grass?
Someone said, "Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet." Should I worry that I understand this explanation all too well? I just keep muttering to myself that this level of stress cannot last forever. It will either be the death of me or eventually dissipate. I am [...]
When it rains, it pours.
When it rains it pours - sometimes literally. The thing that takes all the glee out of a good old-fashioned downpour is the fact that it poured while I was gone and my sump pump unceremoniously expired in my absence. Not good. The carpeting and most other things on the floor in my home's lower [...]
THE NEW FORTY 