Other than wishing I'd get a few more calls for subbing, life was cooking along OK. Just need to wrap up some GS stuff and do house work and read and stitch and garden. DS's progress reports were ok, DD was pronounced an "advanced" reader.
Then, yesterday, I go down to change laundry loads when I hear DRIP, DRIP. Go check the pressure tank - it is ok. Go over to the other side of the basement and check the hot water tank. There is a huge, but shallow puddle.
OH SH*T
Turn off the power to it and the water. Turn off the furnace too. Grab some old toweling and sheets I use to block the door when I get a mini flood there. Stuff them between the furnace and where the storage area begins. Move the wooden stuff.
Go up, call hubby, not in office, secretaries are gone for the day. Call him on the work only cell phone. The plumber we used to use is now trouble with a capital T. Neighbor can't recommend any one, so I just pulled one out of the phone book with 24 hour service.
The plumber arrives, he's just a kid - maybe 20? And a Master Plumber? Looks at the heater - he's astounded by how big it is (50 gallons). But, he confirmed my diagnosis, it's a goner. And new tanks that size aren't cheap.
So today, I'll be at home waiting on the pleasure of the plumber's supplier and hopefully doing a little stitching.
Cheryl