My mind is preoccupied with ice dams today. I spent yesterday emptying bottles and buckets of water seeping across my kitchen ceiling through all of the fixtures. A contractor came and said he’s never seen an ice dam like this before . It’s always a good sign when you’re the first instance of something someone who does this for a living has ever seen. It means you’re the lucky winner for most expensive repair job. See how that ice dam is brown in color? That started last winter. There must be plumbing or some sort of metal up there that’s corroding.
He’s on another job but is going to try to get his plumber to look at the leak from the bathroom into the kitchen. Even though it’s in a completely separate area of the kitchen as the ice dams, he thinks it’s suspicious that this particular ice dam sits right on the side of the house like a spider. The bathroom leak might have started seeping from the inside to the outside and triggered the massive ice dam.
The good news is the leaking seems to be slowing down.
The world outside looks so completely innocent today. The sun is out, and the cold weather has caused a lot of the snow outside to evaporate. The four feet of snow is down to maybe one or two feet now. Could the worst be over, finally? I doubt it. This is New England. We have two more months of winter before spring finally struggles its way through.
Forcing myself outside to showshoe every day has kept my cabin fever at a minimum. Still, winters where nothing goes wrong are good winters. Winters where things fall apart are the a pain in the ass.
Speaking of pain in the ass, I’d like to uninvent Flushable Cleansing Cloths — those things that are like baby wipes but for adults and are supposed to be septic friendly. My septic system pumper guy says they are not septic friendly, they just clog up the system and you end up with plugged pipes.
Just use toilet paper properly and you’ll have no need for Cleansing Cloths. As my father instructed us when I was about 6: Take four (not FIVE!) squares of toilet paper. Wipe. Look at the paper. Is it dirty? Then take FOUR more squares and wipe again. Keep doing it until the paper is clean. He was adamant about this process as he described it in our family meeting. Good thing I had my Dad around to teach me how to wipe my butt properly.
If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.