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Other possible titles for today's post: "There are never enough buckets..." or "It's raining money..."
Other possible titles for today's post: "There are never enough buckets..." or "It's raining money..."
Before I delve into the details of how nuts today got, I want to show you the refrigerator I am getting. When we ordered all of our appliances, we opted for the lower end - efficient, nice, but lower end...but NOT the fridge. The refrigerator is TOP OF THE LINE. Gorgeous. So, when you are about to feel pity for us, and believe me, you will, scroll back up and look at this fridge. And one day, I hope I will get to offer you a delightfully cool beverage from this appliance of the gods.
Before I delve into the details of how nuts today got, I want to show you the refrigerator I am getting. When we ordered all of our appliances, we opted for the lower end - efficient, nice, but lower end...but NOT the fridge. The refrigerator is TOP OF THE LINE. Gorgeous. So, when you are about to feel pity for us, and believe me, you will, scroll back up and look at this fridge. And one day, I hope I will get to offer you a delightfully cool beverage from this appliance of the gods.
OH YEAHHHHHHH.....
OH YEAHHHHHHH.....
Now, let's get to it. Today started with Morse Heating and Plumbing coming and taking out all the baseboards and radiators. The downside to this was all the rooms that looked so clean, now had gross parts again.
Now, let's get to it. Today started with Morse Heating and Plumbing coming and taking out all the baseboards and radiators. The downside to this was all the rooms that looked so clean, now had gross parts again.
These guys were fast and efficient.
Back to buckets and scrubbing grime.
Simultaneously, our dear contractors, John and Rick were tackling the leaks in the plumping. They literally spent the day CUTTING HOLES all over the house...because WATER ended up pouring out of...well EVERY WHERE. Let me show you in pictures...
Simultaneously, our dear contractors, John and Rick were tackling the leaks in the plumping. They literally spent the day CUTTING HOLES all over the house...because WATER ended up pouring out of...well EVERY WHERE. Let me show you in pictures...
My lovely living room.
Mikale doing a great job saving the wood. Oh...yeah, the water was POURING out of that light fixture.
My lovely downstairs bathroom.
This is a strange "box" in the wall of the Adirondack room - as you can see it is full of dripping water.
Here is an 11 second gem that really captures the essence that was today.
Here is an 11 second gem that really captures the essence that was today.
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
Let me show you some holes...
Let me show you some holes...
These are all kitchen holes.
We have a pretty small kitchen.
So...this is significant
An entire section of cabinet needed to be removed for this hole.
This is the boys' bathroom. The shower piping is broken, so a hole needed to be made in the shower. In the tiles. That's easy to fix, right?
Hole by the toilet.
Hole under the shelving.
And while there is technically no hole here...the entire vanity had to be removed to get to the source of the problem. So....yeah....
Hole outside the master bathroom
Hole outside the master bathroom
Hole at the top of the stairs.
Hole at the top of the stairs.
Okay, that was a lot of holes. Let's take a breath for a second and remember I have that great fridge coming and that makes up for a LOT. Really - a woman with a great fridge is a beautiful thing.
Okay, that was a lot of holes. Let's take a breath for a second and remember I have that great fridge coming and that makes up for a LOT. Really - a woman with a great fridge is a beautiful thing.
Some gross things...cuz there's always some...
Some gross things...cuz there's always some...
So...during all the experiments, water began to back up...or maybe not drain...in the tub...
And the toilet! I thought dead rodent and then it was suggested that perhaps the kids who partied in the house when it was vacant used the facilities...and THAT'S what was blocking it up. UMMM...EW.
And this kid. Bless this kid for showing up, scrubbing for hours, and always coming up with a solution - like SIPHONING the friggin toilet!!! I shouted, "MIKALE, we don't pay you enough!!!!" And thankfully, by the time they located the hose, the water was going down by itself!!!! (THANK GOODNESS - Beryl, if you are reading this, I would NEVER let your son do that!)
Sometimes you need to think quick because there just aren't enough buckets.
So much wet drywall....
The mood of the day...
OH, and you will NEVER believe how the day ended! I grabbed a fan at the local Family Dollar (because we don't have enough of those either) to air out yet another wet room, and went over the Firkin to set it up. As I am driving up, I see a lady in a Saab station wagon BACKING INTO MY RAINBOW MAILBOX.
OH, and you will NEVER believe how the day ended! I grabbed a fan at the local Family Dollar (because we don't have enough of those either) to air out yet another wet room, and went over the Firkin to set it up. As I am driving up, I see a lady in a Saab station wagon BACKING INTO MY RAINBOW MAILBOX.
She gets out of her car as I pull into my driveway. I tell her she just backed into my mailbox and she absentmindedly apologizes and is more interested in telling me that she lived in the original farmhouse back in 1970. She rented it while she was pregnant. She was interested to see how the house had changed, but I didn't appreciate her telling me someone committed suicide in one of the rooms - ugh, who wants to know that? Right up there with the guy who was working on the property telling me the land is "an ancient rattlesnake breeding ground." (Did he realize I have lived across the street for 7 years and have never seen a rattlesnake, not once? No, I think not.) Anyway, she was nice enough...kind of ruined the mailbox structurally...but, it was interesting to hear about her days in the house with her baby.
She gets out of her car as I pull into my driveway. I tell her she just backed into my mailbox and she absentmindedly apologizes and is more interested in telling me that she lived in the original farmhouse back in 1970. She rented it while she was pregnant. She was interested to see how the house had changed, but I didn't appreciate her telling me someone committed suicide in one of the rooms - ugh, who wants to know that? Right up there with the guy who was working on the property telling me the land is "an ancient rattlesnake breeding ground." (Did he realize I have lived across the street for 7 years and have never seen a rattlesnake, not once? No, I think not.) Anyway, she was nice enough...kind of ruined the mailbox structurally...but, it was interesting to hear about her days in the house with her baby.
And so today I leave you with a lot of words and not a necessarily cheery post. I am hopeful that we have to plow through the yuck to get to the good. One day there will be so much good. And you guys will just have to bring over food and drinks because my budget is obviously going entirely to my plumber and contractors...forever.
And so today I leave you with a lot of words and not a necessarily cheery post. I am hopeful that we have to plow through the yuck to get to the good. One day there will be so much good. And you guys will just have to bring over food and drinks because my budget is obviously going entirely to my plumber and contractors...forever.
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