@awk (Not to be an alarmist), but depending on when those popcorn ceilings were installed, they may contain some trace amounts of asbestos, so it’s best if you don’t try cleaning them. They aren’t necessarily a real hazard even if they do contain asbestos, as long as they are left to mind their own business…
@awk@ELJAY That is what I have too. Since the stove vent doesn’t go outside, just through a filter, you can see it in the ceiling. Management doesn’t paint much between tenants. In my apt if you touch the stuff (eg putting stuff above the cabinets) basically the lumps fall off. Have to go find all the pieces so the cats don’t get them. They are a real PITA.
The house I just moved into had disgusting ceilings. The previous homeowner had let cobwebs build up and there were little danglies of dust and spiderweb hanging down everywhere. And in the kitchen there was food splatter that looked really old.
I can’t say that I’ve ever cleaned my ceilings at my old house, but now that I know things can get that bad, I will be cleaning them regularly.
@Willijs3 Feelin’ your pain! We just moved into a house we are renting. We’ve been home owners for the last 20+ years and clearly have a different take on what “cleaning” is compared to the previous rental tenants. Dust and spills and stains, oh my!
@j37hr0 I was forced to clean both once. I decided it was genius to open a “dud” aerosol hair spray can to empty it into a pump sprayer. My wife walked into the kitchen right at the “PPPffffffff!” moment. Got the ceiling, the fan and my Christmas sweater. Guess it wasn’t so much of a dud, after all. I thought I has emptied the propellant!
@j37hr0 That reminds me of when I was a kid and the two times mom was making mashed potatoes in the pressure cooker and something went terribly wrong and we had mashed potatoes on the ceiling and elsewhere.
I once had a pot of lentils boil dry and burn. Luckily I came in before it turned into a house fire, but the whole house stank for a while, and the kitchen was the worst. So I’ve been up on a ladder to scrub the kitchen ceiling one time.
When my oldest kid was an infant, she went through a terrible phase of colic. So, on doctor’s orders, we started experimenting with various infant formulas. On the first day of trying out a new one, and right after my wife had driven off for work, I was very pleased that my daughter had emptied the entire bottle of formula in one go. She had a big smile on her face. No sooner had I thought “now that’s promising!” it all came back up like a nuclear propelled fire hose. Except it seemed like far more came out than could have possibly gone in, and definitely more than could have been contained in one infant. Having been utterly drenched from hair to shoes in partially digested formula barf, I shed my clothes off on the floor and walked straight into the shower with her. She loved it - so glad someone was happy. Once we were cleaned off, I went back to the daunting scene to clean up the clothes and floor. I then discovered that formula was still dripping from the ceiling (and kitchen counters and appliances). So yes, the ceiling got scrubbed, followed by everything else in the explosion radius.
That’s how you know your kid is going to be a really good singer and brass player; diaphragmatic support is everything.