Okay, so no one was injured, no major loss of property was involved, and the laptop survived, er, I mean was totally destroyed! Yesterday at about 3:45pm our living room ceiling, which has been cracking for awhile, and which I had shored up with a 2x4 brace, collapsed. It ain't pretty folks.
This is a 1951 plaster ceiling, folks. None of that wussy lightweight drywall stuff!
First, the section that fell.
The spot where it landed. Can you say, "Blown-in insulation?"
The lovely mantle.
The less-than-totally-successful shore-up job. Note saved TV and imminent danger.
My favorite couch is under here. Allie and I both frequently nap on this couch!
That small wooden table that you can see partially buried (that kind of looks like the
back of a chair) sitting right in front of the couch is where my laptop was sitting.
Pull up a chair and watch us clean...
Here I'll turn on a lamp for ya... uuuuuh, maybe not.
So, any guesses what I'll be doing for the next few WEEKS?
Lessons taken from this:
Lesson the first: No procrastination on important things like repair work, etc. Especially so I can sit on the couch and watch TV!! Yes, I've taken this event as a sign from a higher power (in my case, God).
Lesson the second: Don't use blow-in insulation!
Lesson the third: Perhaps the most important - Declutter!
