Did I predict that there would be some new holes forthcoming in my walls?
Yes, I did.
Allow me to make good on my promise.
^ Holes be damned; there's a hockey game that needs watching and this guy
will not be deterred from his goal.
^ Those two black pipes lead down from the shower drain, and were centered at the worst of the leak. I don't need the Property Brothers to tell me what that means.
Pretty, right? This is the situation in my family room, where moisture had compromised the wall board and insulation.
I discovered this mess when - in preparation for painting - I took down some art and saw a strangely saggy spot on the wall. Using just a few fingers, I pressed lightly on the wall board which gave way under my fingertips like wet tissue paper.
Oops.
Immediately, I diagnosed the underlying problem. The shower stall, directly above this spot, was constructed way back when the builders roughed it in with regular sheet rock rather than waterproof backer board. The whole neighborhood suffered this same plight, and our showers have all gone down like a row of moldy dominoes.
^ Here's the guilty party, stripped down in shame.
^The toilet area is just an innocent bystander but he's been drawn into the fracas.
Obviously, we still have some work to do to put these holes right again.
But in classic glass-half-full style, I am rejoicing that my moisture problems have been properly mitigated. All surfaces are dry and antimicrobial-ed; both rooms smell like clean-chemical heaven. We're ready for the construction guys to come in and build us something beautiful.
And then my glass will be overflowing indeed.
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