Wet, the bed
Water dripping down on you is a sure way to wake you up.
Shortly after five this morning, a heavy rainstorm began moving through. I brought the bike inside, dried the seat and left it in front the window fan to dry. Then I went back to bed.
At 6:41, I was awakened by rain in my bedroom. It was raining on my chest, my arms, and my feet. At first I though rain was being sucked-in by the window fan and sprayed across the room. No dice. The fan, the windowsill and the floor were all dry.
Turning on the bedside lamp, there was a ring of water on the bed, right under the ceiling fan, the exact diameter of the fan itself. WTF?
Seeing no evidence of drips from the ceiling, I thought that maybe it was so humid that that the reduced air pressure at the blade tips was causing rain to spontaneously condense and fall. That would be kinda neat, perhaps even balancing the inconvenience.
Turning on the ceiling fan’s light, showed this was not the case. Water was spraying out of the little vents in the motor. It just so happened to be flung with enough speed that, landing on the bed, the drops were right under the blade tips.
I watched this in amazement.
Then, I pulled the futon off the bed, stood it against the wall and became angry.
Two weeks ago Wednesday, two leaks opened-up in my apartment. One in the living room right over where I park the bike (and where I was planning to move the desk) and the other in the back wall of the shower stall. The paint above teh stall itself had begun to sag and fall right off the wall.
I reported this to the landlord’s office the following morning. There is no evidence that anyone ever came to investigate.
I’m waiting for the office to open at eight. This time I’m going to be a bit more asserive. Yeah, asserive. That’s it.
