Well....I was out of town when it happened. My sixth day there, wifey called and said 'guess what happened?' - never good.
She had gone home from work to feed puppy her lunch and just before leaving heard a loud rumble coming from the water heater. On opening the heater cabinet, heard a 'sizzle'. A flashlight showed the heater was leaking.
She had already called a maintenance man from one of the housing complexes she used to manage and he shut off the gas and water. He also told her of a good plumber they used and had good service from. So she called them and they were there in twenty minutes. The only thing I could tell her was to have them install a good quality one.
The old heater was too wide for the cabinet door, so they removed the door and trim in order to get it out. I don't remember how we did it last time since it was fifteen years ago.
While they were working, she went to our master bathroom and found about six square feet of the carpet and the bath floor flooded. There went going back to work for the afternoon. She put down towels and stomped as much of the water out of the carpet as she could and mopped and dried the floor. For all of this fun she wrote out a check for $689.00.
I came home to a torn up corner of my newly painted kitchen. I went to Lowe's yesterday and bought the lumber to replace the jam and trim on the cabinet and a quart of paint (there wasn't enough left from painting the kitchen). I'll be able to save the door.
This morning and part of the afternoon, I'll be doing that repair before grilling my baby back ribs outside.
We were lucky in one sense. If she hadn't gone home to fill the puppy's tummy, it could have flooded the bedroom and the new wood floor in the kitchen.
I've said this before, but the joy of home ownership isn't always joy.
I'm glad I wasn't there. I got to drink coffee with my buddies while she ran around in a frenzy.



