Inevitable
I left DC last week on Wednesday, believing that by the time I would get back late Sunday night, the kitchen would be 99% complete. The plan was to finish installing the faucet and other water stuff around the sink (water filter, instahot, etc) and finish tiling the floor.
Instead, we got a phone call on Saturday night from a good friend of ours who was crashing at our place for the weekend. He proceeded to tell us about how when he arrived home after Friday night dinner at 1am, he noticed water running and 1.5 inches of water on the floor of the kitchen. NOT GOOD. To make a long story short, turns out one of the hoses from the water filtration unit came undone and instead of filling the tank with filtered water, it tried to fill the kitchen. It didn't quite make it to the auto shut-off level, I guess thankfully so. He quickly ran and got the front-desk man who called the building manager to help out. They shut off the water from the under the sink and then raided our linen closet to mop up all the water.
As I quietly listened to him tell this story, I thought to myself: Isn't that inevitable? 3 weeks go by in what could otherwise be described as one of the most perfect and mostly on-time kitchen renovation projects in the history of man; something was bound to go wrong at some point.
While we did have a wedding at 4pm Sunday afternoon in NY, I couldn't shake the feeling that we had to go back- if only to check on things and assess the situation before 2am Monday morning (when we would have gotten back after the wedding). My brain knew that everything was ok- things were drying, didn't seem like anything was damaged, and water wasn't leaking anymore. But my heart told me that we should go back, that it was irresponsible to leave the apartment empty (our friend was on an early morning Sunday flight to New Orleans), just in case something else went wrong. So we decided to skip the wedding and drive home early.
The plumber came on Monday morning and fixed the hoses. Turns out there's something wrong with our faucet, though that wasn't connected to the Friday night flood. Kohler is sending us a new faucet. And hopefully today, we can get the floor finished.
Suffice it to say, I am extremely thankful that we let our friend crash in our apt, despite the mess, dust, and boxes all over the place. If the apartment were empty, who knows when someone would have noticed that our kitchen (and rest of our apartment!) was flooding- probably not until our downstairs neighbor would wake up the next morning and notice his ceiling leaking. And by then, we would be dealing with something totally different and far more disturbing.
Instead, we got a phone call on Saturday night from a good friend of ours who was crashing at our place for the weekend. He proceeded to tell us about how when he arrived home after Friday night dinner at 1am, he noticed water running and 1.5 inches of water on the floor of the kitchen. NOT GOOD. To make a long story short, turns out one of the hoses from the water filtration unit came undone and instead of filling the tank with filtered water, it tried to fill the kitchen. It didn't quite make it to the auto shut-off level, I guess thankfully so. He quickly ran and got the front-desk man who called the building manager to help out. They shut off the water from the under the sink and then raided our linen closet to mop up all the water.
As I quietly listened to him tell this story, I thought to myself: Isn't that inevitable? 3 weeks go by in what could otherwise be described as one of the most perfect and mostly on-time kitchen renovation projects in the history of man; something was bound to go wrong at some point.
While we did have a wedding at 4pm Sunday afternoon in NY, I couldn't shake the feeling that we had to go back- if only to check on things and assess the situation before 2am Monday morning (when we would have gotten back after the wedding). My brain knew that everything was ok- things were drying, didn't seem like anything was damaged, and water wasn't leaking anymore. But my heart told me that we should go back, that it was irresponsible to leave the apartment empty (our friend was on an early morning Sunday flight to New Orleans), just in case something else went wrong. So we decided to skip the wedding and drive home early.
The plumber came on Monday morning and fixed the hoses. Turns out there's something wrong with our faucet, though that wasn't connected to the Friday night flood. Kohler is sending us a new faucet. And hopefully today, we can get the floor finished.
Suffice it to say, I am extremely thankful that we let our friend crash in our apt, despite the mess, dust, and boxes all over the place. If the apartment were empty, who knows when someone would have noticed that our kitchen (and rest of our apartment!) was flooding- probably not until our downstairs neighbor would wake up the next morning and notice his ceiling leaking. And by then, we would be dealing with something totally different and far more disturbing.
Labels: apartment, renovations
posted by elanit | 7:23 AM
3 Comments:
Oh bummer - sorry to hear about the flood. I can certainly sympathize. Water problems suck.
This is why Yeeshai Tzvi ben Baruch Anschell Halayvei is a hero to both young and old.
That stinks! Jesse had mentioned something to me about it on Shabbat morning but he didn't explain what exactly had happened. I hope things go smoothly from here on out.
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