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The dehumifier that could short out the circuit.

March is said to come in like a lion. What the saying refers to is the changeable weather as winter loosens its grip on the land and green shoots begin to appear in spite of continued frosts, rain, and wind. This year, March has started with some instantly spring weather but it knocked me over in another way. My beautiful paint job scarcely had a chance to dry when I came home late one night and found the floor of the bedroom wet. All wet. At first I thought the 100-year-old windows had leaked since it had been raining.

It wasn’t the windows. One side of the bed, the side farthest from the windows, was soaking wet. I panicked and thought my shower had leaked. It wasn’t that either. While I was putting down towels to soak it up, I overhead my neighbor in the hallway fending off an angry landlord for the apartment on the floor below. Their water heater had leaked. Since my bedroom is sunken, about three feet below their kitchen, the water had gathered in the space and while at the same time dripping into the apartment below, it had found its way beneath the drywall into my bedroom. Are you frickin’ kidding me?

As I write this, there are two huge fans and an industrial-sized dehumidifier that I have taken to calling the Monstrosity in my bedroom. I spent Thursday afternoon having a confrontation with the He-Neighbor and moving books and bookshelves that less than two weeks ago I had moved back into the bedroom and thought that was the end of it. I have spent the nights since sleeping on the sofa with white noise of the two fans and the dehumidifier churning away in the bedroom. They’re generating so much energy that it was 73 degrees in the apartment today. It’s in the 40′s outside and I have drafty windows. Do the math.

Thanks to poor communication by the carpet cleaning company, I missed the guy today to pick the crap up and will have to deal with it until Monday afternoon when hopefully that part of the nightmare will end. And then I can deal with the other part of the nightmare in getting someone to pay for this.

I think I should get an award for continuing to honor my shifts at work around this chaos. I would have been entirely justified in calling out just because of my severe fatigue. If I were 5 inches shorter, it would be easy to sleep on the couch but it just wouldn’t be that easy, would it?

In other news, we’ve bid farewell to our Cute Italian fellow. There goes my model for Marco. Good thing Argentines have a similar word choice and cadence with English.

March 6th, 2010 | Category: Life |  Print |  Send it | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL