I like to think of myself as a smart person. I read books with really big words. I have not one, but two, university degrees. In my day job I often serve our provincial Supreme Court as an expert witness. So the only excuse I have for the following story- is that some things apparently have to be learned through experience. It is that or I am in fact mentally challenged- and I am leaving this option on the table.
We’ve arranged to have the house painted this spring. Today a legion of painter type guys descended on the house to give it a power wash in order to prepare it for paint. I knew they were coming and why they were going to be here. I greeted them with smiles and offers of tea. Then I left the house to take the dogs to the vet.
Today’s lesson: Never have an old house power-washed.
Turns out this house has more holes and gaps than the plot of my first drafts. I opened the door and found water EVERYWHERE. It flowed down the stairs. It dripped from the sills. I ran to the front of the house in time to see one fellow power wash the front door- water shooting through the lock like a fire hose.
The dogs ran in circles thinking “look it’s raining in the house!” I ran in circles thinking “oh shit!” I believe our brain capacity was at the same level at this point.
Every towel we own and a few sets of sheets have been used to mop up the mess. As I soaked up various puddles the thought occurred to me- how could I not have seen this coming? Our house is a 40’s bungalow with windows that don’t quite fit the frames and doors where cold breezes slide their icy fingers under the sill in the dead of winter. What did I think would happen when someone pointed a water cannon at it?
Please tell me there is something you’ve had to learn the hard way….