Status on the house: Roof -- patched and ok. Huzzah! Basement -- Ooh, boy, this is going to be a problem....
Basically, there's a dip in the walk on the side of our house, where the water pools. There's supposed to be a drain there, but there isn't -- I don't know if there never was, or if someone covered it over with cement (D'oh!). So either we've got to rip up the sidewalk to (a) find the existing drain (oh please, oh please), or (b) discover there is no drain, rip up the rest of the sidewalk and run pipe to the drain at the front of the house, which, incidentally, isn't in great shape to begin with; or fill in the dip in the sidewalk. The only problem with that second option is that the dip is there for a reason -- the windows jut out over the sidewalk, and if we fill it in, we'll have to walk down the side of the house at a Planet-of-the-Apes fighting crouch. I don't know what that means for housing code, but as we do intend to sell this place at some point, doing something that will screw up permits is not a good idea.
So, that's the house trauma for the day. Whimper.
I drove Mary home tonight (I was so late waiting for the roof/basement guy that I felt I had to drive) and pillaged her stuff. Hooray for pillage! Mary is planning to move back to New Jersey (um, had you announced that on your blog? If not, I'm sorry for releasing the information prematurely) and will be getting rid of most everything she owns. So. I took some books (because god knows, i just don't have enough books) (right now everyone who has ever been in my house is smacking their head and saying "You fool! You DO NOT need more books! You have too many books to begin with! Arghh!"), and put dibs on a shelving unit, kitchen canisters, cookie tins (I bake at Christmas), a shredder... probably more.
I got acquisitive. Sigh. More stuff. What am I thinking?
Basically, there's a dip in the walk on the side of our house, where the water pools. There's supposed to be a drain there, but there isn't -- I don't know if there never was, or if someone covered it over with cement (D'oh!). So either we've got to rip up the sidewalk to (a) find the existing drain (oh please, oh please), or (b) discover there is no drain, rip up the rest of the sidewalk and run pipe to the drain at the front of the house, which, incidentally, isn't in great shape to begin with; or fill in the dip in the sidewalk. The only problem with that second option is that the dip is there for a reason -- the windows jut out over the sidewalk, and if we fill it in, we'll have to walk down the side of the house at a Planet-of-the-Apes fighting crouch. I don't know what that means for housing code, but as we do intend to sell this place at some point, doing something that will screw up permits is not a good idea.
So, that's the house trauma for the day. Whimper.
I drove Mary home tonight (I was so late waiting for the roof/basement guy that I felt I had to drive) and pillaged her stuff. Hooray for pillage! Mary is planning to move back to New Jersey (um, had you announced that on your blog? If not, I'm sorry for releasing the information prematurely) and will be getting rid of most everything she owns. So. I took some books (because god knows, i just don't have enough books) (right now everyone who has ever been in my house is smacking their head and saying "You fool! You DO NOT need more books! You have too many books to begin with! Arghh!"), and put dibs on a shelving unit, kitchen canisters, cookie tins (I bake at Christmas), a shredder... probably more.
I got acquisitive. Sigh. More stuff. What am I thinking?
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