I’m currently enjoying my first real days off (spent at home) that I’ve had in a few weeks. It’s great to finally be able to clean and fold laundry and start some projects I’ve been putting off. Here’s what I’ve done so far:
- Went to church, and said goodbye to a family whom I’ve grown quite fond of these past 3 years.
- Played laser tag with the youth group, and ate really bad pizza.
- Watched The Count of Monte Cristo with Tumaini. I just finished the book last week and was really looking forward to the movie. I was sorely disappointed. Sorely.
- Slept in.
- Made breakfast for a good friend.
- Ate lunch with Tumaini and made plans to work on the Tapawingo CD.
- Broke the floor.
Yes, you read that correctly. While we were cleaning up from lunch we heard a loud BOOM with corresponding floor vibrations. Tumaini says, “it felt like the time a tree fell on the lean-to I was sleeping in.” So we immediately ran outside to see if a tree had fallen on the house. To be honest, I was more concerned about my car being crushed, but we didn’t see anything wrong with the exterior of the house. By that time our downstairs neighbors had told us the sound had come from above them, and they were concerned that one of us or something had fallen. For us, the sound came from below or outside; we did the math and figured either something had indeed fallen (not the case) or something was up with the floor.
The floor in the kitchen had a new creak in it, so upon further inquiry (walking back and forth, shifting weight in the area; all very scientific) we found that our floor is broken. See below.
It’s hard to see, but the black line is where the shadow should be lying. The red line is where it is lying. For now it doesn’t seem like a huge deal, but because of the decibel level of the BOOM we’re concerned and following through with the proper maintenance men.
There’s never a dull moment here…