drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

That was the theme of the day as soon as my daughter noticed the water dripping from the ceiling fan in my bathroom. Drip drip drip, splashing onto the vanity and floor, making an awful mess and soaking through two bath size towels in a matter of less than two hours.

Water dripping from the ceiling fan? What the?

As I removed the grate that covers the ceiling fan the drips became faster. Now instead of one drip there were three. Great. Now I need a bucket or trash can to catch the water, but what can I use? Aaaaah, one of my plastic recycle bins! Bingo!!!

I called and left a message with the complex office advising them of the situation. Of course I got the answering machine which told me that the office would reopen on Monday.

After three hours of dripping, the bucket had accumulated seven inches of water before I emptied it.

When my kids went to bed I went upstairs and knocked on the door of the apartment above me (I live on the ground floor) to advise them that the pipes under their bathroom sink were leaking, but no one was home.

Update: When I got up this morning there was about 15 inches of water in the bucket, which I emptied again. After church I went upstairs again to see if the people who live above me were home. They were. I spoke to an elderly Brazilian woman who did not speak English, and her teenage granddaughter, who were totally unaware of the leak. Since then they have taken precautions to stop the drip. I advised the granddaughter to call building maintenance so they can fix the problem.