Yesterday evening, our grandson Kindon brought his mommy Sara and daddy Jeremy over to eat dinner at our house. In fact, Sara cooked for us (burgers and hot dogs on the grill). After we had eaten and they hung out for a while, it was time for them to go home. Mike and I walked them out to their respective vehicles and as we walked back in the front door, there was a rumble and a crash and parts of the living room ceiling came tumbling down on our heads. When the dust had settled (and there was LOTS of dust!) slightly more than half of the suspended ceiling tiles had fallen down. Upon inspection we discovered that when the suspended ceiling was installed (some time prior to our purchasing the house 28 years ago) the grid had been supported by wires that were nailed to the original plaster ceiling (instead of by screws which is the correct way to install suspended ceiling grid) and a couple of the nails had pulled loose and allowed the gridwork to collapse. Needless to say, the next few evenings will be spend repairing the gridwork and replacing tiles, and we'll have to order replacements for the tiles that were broken as they fell. After that is finished, we'll be reinforcing the gridwork in every other suspended ceiling in the house to make sure that this doesn't happen again.
We are very thankful that the ceiling didn't fall five minutes earlier when Kindon would have been underneath it and could have been seriously injured by falling tiles/gridwork. Maybe now things could just calm down a little bit and not be so interesting for a while.......please, God?
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