Pipe Dreams, Part II

A few weeks ago, I posted this lovely p2014-07-27 14.56.53hoto of my “cabinets”, or at least where they used to be. I did not bother changing the photo because, well, it doesn’t look any different than it did the last time I posted this photo.

While I know that blog posts work best when accompanied by beautiful imagery, there is no way this photo will ever be beautiful. I don’t think it should be beautiful, because it tells the story; that my kitchen is still a wreck.

A few weeks ago we received a call from our insurance company regarding our plumbing issue and the claim we are trying to make to help pay for repairing the damage to our sink, cabinets, floor and wall.

He confirmed one thing that we already knew. That our insurance would not cover the pipes. Insurance companies consider that homeowner maintenance, so it’s usually never covered. (FYI for anyone who did not know that.)

What the nice man at the insurance company also told us was that the only information from the insurance adjuster that he had received so far was to replace our flooring, and minus our deductable he was happy to report that he was going to send us a check for $157.

Meanwhile, we have had two companies come to the house to give us a quote on what it will cost to fix this mess. Company #1 took over a week to give us a quote and company #2 took two weeks to give us a quote to do the work. Ugh.

Company #2 is supposed to come two days this week to close up the hole in our wall and replace the missing sub-flooring under and around the sink. They are supposed to plug up the hole where the pipe goes down under the house too. That should at least keep the bugs from coming up through the hole into my kitchen. Ugh again.

We have been living like this for over a month now. Hopefully next month I won’t be posting the same high quality image of the blue tape, plastic sheeting, and hollow cabinetry. Wish me luck.

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Pipe Dreams, Part I

2014-07-27 14.56.53About a month ago, before I decided to start writing this blog, we realized the pipes in our kitchen were leaking. Wait, maybe not a month ago, more like two weeks ago. It just seems like a month ago.

Our house was built in 1957and has those pesky cast iron pipes. Over the years that we have lived in the house, we occasionally have had to have those pipes snaked. We got used to the fact that somewhere between every 2-4 years we were going to have to call the plumber. It became a fact of life for us. Then one day I was opening our cabinet next to the sink to put some dishes away, and this icky smell of musty swamp permeated out from the cabinet. Not good.

When my beloved husband came home that evening, I mentioned to him that when I opened the cabinet, it smelled like a bayou. Not that there’s anything wrong with bayous and swamps. They have their place in the great outdoors. They just don’t have a place in my kitchen cabinet.

When I told the big guy about the problem, I think he went into a state of denial. Having a cabinet next to your sink smell like a swamp meant only one thing, and it wasn’t good. We were going to have to call the plumber. What we were both afraid of, and what became true, was that this was going to go beyond the average pipe snaking visit. This was going to be a big expensive plumber visit. He didn’t want to think about it, and neither did I. But we had to.

So a few days later, the plumber came. As expected, things were not good. The pipe under our sink had apparently been leaking for awhile and had caused water damage to the cabinets, the wall behind the sink and our floor and sub-flooring. The pipe in the kitchen had to be completely replaced and all of the wood in the wall, the floor, and most of the two cabinets had to be taken out.

We experienced the joy of having a large and extremely noisy dehumidifier in our house for about four days. When I say noisy, it was the we-had-to-turn-the-volume-up-on-the-t.v.-to-hear-it-kind of noisy. The dehumidifier ran for 24 hours a day. I know it worked, because not only did it dry out all the moisture under the sink, it dried out my skin too. My lips were starting to get chapped.

So here we are two weeks later. The pipe has been fixed and the wood that wasn’t removed has dried out. We are living without two cabinets, a hole in the wall, and the floor is still torn up. We put plastic sheeting on the floor to cover the parts where we could see down into our crawl space.

I just keep telling myself, it could have been worse.