We are still battling the insurance company and are elbow deep in madness here at our house - but when I read this story this morning, I had to share it. Because this actually happened to someone else who lives in a 1950's ranch house and not to us. For once.
Just like Scarlett O'Hara, I'm going to think about this one tomorrow. Click the following to see an unexpected way that our houses can betray us:
Oh, and excuse the language and dog name-calling in that piece. It's totally uncalled for if you ask me. I'm no prude and have been known to throw some expletives towards the wind when things get really bad but I think that a writer is really reaching when they have to do that to get their point across. *
* says Cranky Eartha who thinks that the world is swiftly going to Hell in a hand basket, the sky is falling (as evidenced by that article) and who can't get to any of her toiletries in the bathroom closet without bags of beans, couscous and other various crap that should be living in the kitchen falling on her head.
Until next time,
x's and o's,
My brother looked up at the ceiling and said, "Holy shit, look at that crack!" My mom looked up at it and said, "We need to leave this room right now!" And we all did, except for the dog, who is a bit of a dumbass.
I won't lie. I laughed like hell at this.
Who knew this about ceilings? I live in a 1953 house. I'm looking at YOU, ceiling.
I know. I'm looking at ours too now!!
And yeah, you live with dogs so maybe you more closely understand the name calling. : )
Yowzer. My house was built in the 30s. I'm kind of hoping things were done slightly differently over here. There must be some advantage to living in the land of tiny rooms and terrible teeth.
Calling the dog a dumbass was awful! I felt sorry for that pooch, but glad to see he survived that mess!
I love my dogs, but sometimes that's the only appropriate thing you can call them. I'm only upset that they left the dog in there while they made a run for it :\
Am I the only one who would have grabbed the dog and pitched him to safety as opposed to just calling him a dough head? Poor little guy. And this is just a Nashville thing, right? They didn't do stuff like that in say, Dallas, did they?
Hey, I'm with you on the language. And, this IS scary shit! :-) And why didn't they grab the dog on their way out?
Oy, that is not a good thing to have happen...the ceiling seems okay in my 1948 rental house but as evidenced by this story, you never know!!
Oh no, my nightmares are coming out of me again! I didn't like all the expletives either (it's not stylistic, it's just lazy), but what a horror story. Hang in there with the house, girl! I'm still keeping a good thought for you all.
Eartha, before we bought our last home—the one I adored in WV, not this thing I am desperately trying to make lovable now—this VERY THING happened to the owner! Not the entire ceiling, but a big old chunk of it. And it was a full plaster ceiling, too (not a ranch, though, as you know)—I am not sure they used the method described in that full-of-colourful-metaphors article, but...plaster.
God bless the previous owner of that home; he was a pretty darned awesome person. He had a plasterman come in and repair it. We never would have known had a neighbor not told us about Mr. J coming out of the house covered in a dusty white shroud. Luckily he was not in the room when it happened, and it was only the attic above the living room.
Oh good lord, as if there weren't enough to worry about in our house in the mountain side of Tennessee! She was built in 1971, but she was built old school...when we replaced the kitchen cupboards, we discovered the old ones had been attached with roofing nails...which probably explained why they were all of kilter. And the ceiling in the office is sagging in a few places. Sigh. That gets moved to the top of the home repair list!
No!!! I'm so sorry to hear this, hope everything gets back to normal SOON.
What Lola Wants
Thinking of you Eartha, and wishing we had molecular transpo so my awesome contractor wife could take care of you. Hang in there, someday it will be just a blip, right? Let's just say it, RIGHT!
The ceiling came down like that in the detached workshop of my 1950 home, and I was told the same thing...that the weight of the ceiling finally pulled the nails loose over time. A friend's kitchen ceiling came down in just the same way in the middle of the night and scared him half to death.
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