“The best laid plans of Chocolatechic mice and men, oft go awry.”
Who knew that Mr. Murphy(‘s Law) lived back then?
It all started back in 19??.
Someone who once lived in the house I now occupy decided to enclose the back porch et voila! a mudroom was born. Complete with washer/dryer hookup a sink and toilet.
That someone forgot one essential element.
Fast forward to this past Sunday afternoon.
I asked Chefboy what he wanted for supper. He said that he would like baked pasta, so I said sure…but your making it I’ll get right on that.
So down to the pantry (underneath said mudroom) I went to get the items to make baked pasta.
I noticed that it was much colder down there than usual.
Early Monday morning, 5:30ish to be exact, I was laying in bed thinking about the day. I remembered that it was colder down in the pantry, and I knew I was going to have to do something about it.
Got up….blah, blah, blah…did my stuff, yadda, yadda, yadda, I took the refrigerator thermometer down to the pantry to see just how cold it was down there.
Came upstairs, started laundry, blah..blah…etc…
An hour later I checked, and Internet, it was 25º.
It is colder down there than inside my fridge.
Action must be taken.
I measured the window so that I could glue wood around it, plastic it, thus keep a lot of cold air from blowing in.
We didn’t have enough board to go around the window, no glue, and no spray foam insulation, and I kinda think we are out of plastic.
Back upstairs to finish laundry.
But because the room directly below the washing machine is a balmy 25º, the drain pipe froze and water began spewing out of said pipe.
And because the person in 19?? didn’t bother with insulation, or leveling the floor, the water all drained down into the pantry, and froze to the wall in rivulets, but not before soaking everything on the shelf underneath.
And the clean-up began.
Everything had to be removed from the mudroom, the half full washing machine muscled around the floor so that I could mop up all that water, and oh yeah, sweep up all the nasty gunk that gets stuck underneath appliances.
Since there is no INSULATION, the floor is a toasty 30ish degrees.
Do you know what happens to year old linoleum when it is 30ish degrees???
It gets brittle, that’s what.
And when half full washing machines are muscled around on it, it cracks, and rips and does all manner of things that make Chocolate want to cry and go back to bed.
When that mess was cleaned up, I decided that there was no way in the world I was going to attempt to make Butterscotch pudding for today’s TWD.
I’ll be doing it today, when Mr. Murphy seeks warmer habitation.