I had a rant all queued up and then I forgot what it was. Brassieres that never fit? Neighbors who set off M-80s? The person who always parks in front of the fire hydrant out front? Oh, yeah, the mold thing in the basement.
A few weeks ago, the other tenant's HW heater sprung a leak. I found it when I was trying to figure out why we had no water pressure even though we were the only ones home. By the time we turned off the gas and the cold water feed, the basement was fairly wet. And naturally, because of summer humidity, it hasn't entirely dried out. Moreover, the basement has started to develop that moldy smell - a smell I haven't smelled since my mother-in-law sold her house.
See, their house was at the lowest elevation in their block, on clay soils, and routinely took on serious water in spring thaws. The highest I ever saw it was about 10-12" but they all remembered it being higher. What once had been a finished basement was unused, but I am sure that lurking behind all that knotty pine panelling was quite a furry sight. Every single item in the house smelled of the dank (the whole first floor, too; it was totally pervasive) and I had to wash every single item of clothing when we came back from there, worn or unworn, because of the smell.
Oddly, none of them ever seemed to notice.
Now, here the same thing: even if I whisk the clothes into the dryer the moment the washer stops spinning, and then extricate them the moment it's done, they still have a hint of the dank. I've thought of line drying but I just don't have the motivation. I suppose if we were going to be here more than - hmm, 33 days - I'd be looking for solutions. But I am ready to turn in my keys and walk away.
Posted by otto0114 at July 5, 2007 05:17 PM