More later if I'm in the mood.
More later if I'm in the mood.
Yesterday, Hubby took down the deck that had been quietly rotting away outside the door by my computer nook. I'd had this wild idea of using the old fort that the kids weren't using (having outgrown it) as a replacement - at least, until we could build a new one.
So, he took it apart, and put the wood out in front of the house, next to the mailbox. This is usually an open invitation for whoever wants it to take it. That's the way it is in our neighborhood. We also figured that there are people in the area who use fireplaces or wood stoves to heat their homes, and it would disappear quickly. It's also the spot where we put our yard waste, the leaves, twigs, sticks and branches that we collect during the fall and winter. We'd had a huge pile of such there last time the county "stick truck" came through; Hubby had cut back all the bushes along the side of the house to their trunks.
So today, I get up at my usual time and find the yard devoid of any and all wood. Even the concrete from the walkway project (which we hadn't had time to take to the landfill) was gone. I'd heard some rumblings from out front when half-awake, but it was only when I actually got up and noticed it was all gone that I connected the dots between "county" and "disappearance". I even talked with the neighbor, who said they'd come with a truck that had a crane on it (instead of the usual front end loader and multiple dump trucks) and taken it all away.
Don't get me wrong; I was happy it was all gone. What I wasn't happy about was the bright yellow "illegal dumping notice" stuck in the flag of my mailbox, informing me that I had "illegal materials" in the spot where my yard waste was usually picked up. And I had to "correct the violation".
First of all, it is my yard. If I want to put the yard waste in another spot out there, I can, and they have to pick it up. Second, if what was out there was illegal, why did they pick it up in the first place? Why not just leave me the note? And by picking up the stuff, they "corrected the violation" for me. It didn't make sense to me at all.
Ah, the vagueries of local government. Next time, I'll have whatever it is put in the middle of the yard, with a "free stuff" sign on it. Maybe then the county will leave it alone.
I'll put most of this under lj-cut to spare my f-list, but here are some pictures of the "brick walkway" project. When Boy #1 came home he was not happy that Dad had started demolition before he could help, so he, his brother, and a friend finished demolishing the lower walkway.
( See for yourself )
The walkway in front of our house has always looked ugly. Two obvious, uneven slabs of gray concrete, with little bits of metal sticking out in odd places. At the end nearest the driveway, the slabs are crushed, and interesting colored bricks shine through. So, thinks I, there must be more brickwork underneath and that would look far more fascinating than the ugly, uneven, cracked concrete.
Well, today was the Hubby's day off, and he decided to put this idea of mine to the test. He went out and started whaling on the concrete.
Sure enough, there was brickwork beneath. Interesting squarish bricks in different colors, probably as old as the house. The upper slab came up almost all in one piece and we found that part of the concrete was held together by metal mesh, while the rest of it was held together by... clothes hangers.
Yep. Clothes hangers. That's the former owner allllll over! Slap-dash, that's enough. Spend as little as possible when making repairs. We're still living with his slap-dash attitude.
I'm looking forward to seeing what it looks like once the whole thing is cleared and swept and the ant colony we disturbed finds another residence. I'll post pictures when I can.
Fourth kitchen faucet.
When we moved in, there was this nice Kohler faucet in the sink. Fashionable, worked well... but I guess we were hard on it because it didn't last too long after our move into the house. We replaced it with another of the same kind (Home Depot was very helpful and allowed it), and within a couple of years, it broke down, too. Same way, same places... everything. This time, we had to get replacement parts from Kohler because we didn't have a receipt showing our purchase of it. (Of course not! We didn't buy it; the former owner did! And there was no "sales" receipt from Home Depot, either.)
Recently, we noticed that it was leaking around the base (again), and Hubby finally took it apart today. One wall in the innards was broken, but didn't come totally loose until it was taken apart. So, this meant we needed a new faucet... again.
Kohler has this nice, lifetime warranty thing going... but you have to have the receipt, and you have to order from them. Not a good thing when you need your kitchen sink! So, instead of trying to replace it with the same type again, we went shopping.
Nearly the first thing we noticed was that a lot of the new faucets had this pull out spray thing instead of a side spray. And one of those cool, new-style faucets was marked down - way down. Almost half off. Not sure if they were trying to get rid of them to make room for a new style or what, but we thought that was a good deal. So we bought it. It's not a Kohler, but I'm putting the receipt away anyway... just in case.
Hubby is working on putting it in now. He's fortified with Dr. Pepper and has plenty of I Love A Mystery to listen to while he's working. Which is good because of all the home repair chores there are, he hates plumbing the most.
More later if the muse moves.
1:30 a.m. the Girl comes running to us to tell us that the faucet was spewing... again. Hubby went out and turned of the water... again. I took my hubby to work... again. I called for and waited around for a plumber... again. By 1:30 p.m. the faucet is fixed... again. And the water is turned on... again.
But this was different. This time there was no early morning run to the laundromat. This time I actually got hold of the insurance company to file a claim. This time the insurance company sent out a "disaster restoration services" guy who pulled up the carpet and some of the tile and told me what to expect might be torn up for replacing. He'll be back tomorrow, possibly with the claims adjuster. This time the plumber put in pin valves for shutting off the water should such a thing happen again. And he put in braided, flexible piping to hopefully make the repair permanent.
Other than that, it was been there, done that today.
Yes, they are. Most certainly. Mine went from mailman to plumber in the blink of an eye. He managed to install the new faucet and even replace the old drain, so now we have a functioning drain plug. And the change in water pressure? We now actually have some in the bathroom sink, a feature we've been missing since we moved into this place four years ago. The installation took all evening with a break for dinner and two trips to the store for supplies I didn't know we'd need but it's done. When I heard a shower of water this morning, it was actually rain! And I made sure I rewarded him most appropriately this morning before he left for work. ;)
Realized last night at supper that I hadn't taken my meds with breakfast. So I'm still trying to catch up on my anti-seizure drug levels. But it did explain why I had so much pain in the afternoon and felt so crappy most of the day. High BP will make you feel crappy.
Had a long convo with my good friend PDragonlady. She's going to buy the Girl's textbooks from last year. She'd like for us to go out and have breakfast somewhere like we used to; I'd like that, too. I haven't seen too much of her this summer. Haven't seen too much of too many other people for that matter. The weather has made such a hash of my neuropathy this summer!
I need to clean the bathroom before putting all the accoutrements back in there. Sigh. A woman's work is never done.
Okay. Here's the story:
Around 3:00-3:30 a.m. I was lying in bed awake and trying to get back to sleep when suddenly I heard what sounded like a hard, heavy rain shower. But with it, I also heard something dripping or gurgling or splashing in the bathroom. So I got up and guess what? Water was gushing out from under the bathroom sink!
Now the powers that be who built this house, and Mr. Monroe, who 'renovated' it, didn't believe in shut-off valves for under bathroom sinks. So, while the Girl, who had woken up, and I were trying to sop up the geyser with all the towels in the linen cabinet and more, Hubby had to go out and turn off the water to the whole house just to stop the leak!
The Girl went back to bed, and after a while, Hubby and I wrung as much water from the soppy towels as we could, putting it into a bucket for toilet flushing purposes later on. He went out to get water for drinking and for the toilet and when he came back, we loaded up the heavy towels and off I went at 5 a.m. in search of an open laundromat. I pulled into the parking lot at the one nearest us just as two older folks, who I assumed were the owners, pulled up beside me and unlocked the doors, swinging them wide open. The man said that they usually opened at six, but I figured that if he had the doors open like that, he must not mind me using the place.
After I picked my jaw off the floor at the price of one load of laundry, I went over to the 24-hour grocery, got myself a cold bottle of Starbucks mocha frappacino and one of cranberry-grape juice, a package of six little powdered donuts, and five dollars in change, three of it in quarters. Then I went back to wash the towels.
I used the Mega Load washer, which fit all the towels at once. It took 18 quarters! I think you're supposed to use powdered detergent in these things but all I had was my liquid stuff and a bucket of Oxyclean so that's what I used. Everything looked very, very sudsy in there. While the washer was running, I drank my Starbucks and my juice and did a couple of word search puzzles... in ink. Of course, there was really no good "spin" cycle on the washer: when the load was done the towels were wetter coming out than they had been going in. So I had to pay an extra dollar to use the two "extractors", centrifuges that squeezed the surplus water from the towels. I suppose this is their way of making extra money.
Finally, I was finished. While the extractors were running, two cleaning ladies came in. If they were surprised to see me there, they didn't say anything. I packed up my towels, detergents, laundry baskets, puzzle book, and donuts and headed home. Hubby was waiting for me and transferred about half of the towels into our dryer. Then the two of us got ready to go out again and take him to work.
The plumber has been and gone. His verdict: we need a new faucet. I've tried to call the claims department of our homeowner's insurance twice and have been basically cut off. Took the kids out for breakfast (and a bathroom trip) then went to the hardware store after the plumber left to buy a new faucet (and have a bathroom trip). And tonight, when he gets home, Hubby gets to be a plumber.