Tag Archives: Water

Why a DIY Disaster Equals Flood

Why do I have strangers sitting on my kitchen counter?

My entry in this week’s “Weekly Photo Challenge: Unusual.”

Strangers are on my counter

It all started in the bathroom. A little DIY project. The toilet would not stop running, an easy fix. The trouble began with the wrong size part. Too late to return it, the project will wait until morning, Hubby turned off the water, we try to conserve where we can.

After a good night’s sleep, I arose eager to start my fabulous Friday. In my morning fog, I wondered why my feet were wet. Skipping forward, and after much time using every available towel, the water in the bedroom, bathroom and hallway is somewhat cleaned up. You have already guessed that the toilet seal is broken and the water not completely turned off.

Time for breakfast. Disaster zone #2. More water in the kitchen. This is not good. The counter is a pool of water, as is the floor. Above the window there is a giant paint bubble holding a gallon of water. Inside the cupboards everything is floating.

We found more towels and began mopping and wringing. It was time to call the Co-Operators Insurance. Yep, the guys with the dash.  Within the hour, we had a claims adjuster and an estimator from ServiceMaster at our door. They delivered the good news and the bad news. Yes, our insurance covers this disaster, but we have a $1,000 deductible, unless our damage is high enough to waive the deductible. (Is it OK to pray for a bigger repair bill?)

Cutting a hole in the wet ceiling.

Before long the restoration crew arrived and set about their work. Their “destroy first and repair later” job. The kitchen cupboard had to be removed from the wall (gently).

Gently removed the kitchen cabinet.

The carpets in the bedroom ripped open and seven huge and very noisy fans and two very large dehumidifiers set in place. I am happy to report that they cleaned up as they went.

Two fans on the counter, two on the floor and three upstairs.

Look at the clock, that is 7:50pm, this has been an all day affair. Now we are in waiting mode… like watching the paint dry with a jet engine in the room. My head hurts.

Stay tuned for chapter two of DIY disaster rescue.

Music in Mistaya Canyon

As we drove toward Banff along the Icefield Highway, we discovered a short hike to a canyon. The hike through the forest did not prepare us for the amazing sight of the Mistaya Canyon.

The slot canyon, narrow and deep is carved through limestone.

There are no fences holding back visitors from enjoying the beautiful sight. The wet rocks are dangerous, so I was cautious as I walked along the ridge. I felt drawn to the edge.

standing on the edge

I peered over the cliff to see the water far below. The water churned and crashed through the canyon. There were many potholes formed in the rocks over time, formed by smaller rocks caught in the swirling waters.

Large potholes carved in the rock

The water far below came in waves and sometimes splashed high up the canyon walls.

Far below the water is churning

the churning water splashes high once in a while

 

 

I sat amazed at the height the water splashed.

There were no other people around. I sat on the edge and listened. The music of the canyon filled my soul. It was the same song that has been heard by the trees for thousands and thousands of years. It is a song of power and might. A song that tells of the strength of the water, strength so mighty, the rock must give way.

Listen to the music of the ages.

I can feel the presence of God in the canyon. He speaks to me through the music of the canyon and I am blessed.

The music echoes from the walls of Mistaya Canyon