….they happen in threes.
Sunday we went to church and I found out that the nursery was moved from the nursery room to a room down the hall because of a flood. I started poking around and found that the condensation pump on the side of the furnace failed and was overflowing. I dug out a sopping box from beside the furnace and 'kick' started the pump. That seemed to do the trick as it started pumping once again. I suppose that the remaining water in the bottom of the pump became sludge and gummed up the pump.
Today, I found myself mopping up leaked water once again – this time at work. The water heater seems to have sprung a leak somewhere and was leaking on the second floor – right above the men's washroom. This water followed a sprinkler head and was dripping on the floor of the men's washroom. After a quick investigation, I figured I couldn't do much other than turn off the water and mop up the water.
I jokingly said to Michelle I hope we aren't #3. Karen came over tonight to pick Kris up for darts and again, I joked that I should check the basement. Not expecting to find anything, I went down.
Our condensation pump is gummed.
So, instead of actually going down and fixing it – I am here bitching blogging about it.
Oh well.