The carpenters are busy downstairs. I am sitting at my dining room table on the computer. The southwest corner of my dining room DROPPED -the floor moved, the walls moved.
I heard the carpenter come upstairs and into the dining room, "Did you see it move?"
I answered from the living room, in the stable part of the house where I moved in about 1.2 seconds... "Yup, I saw that!"
They are "dropping" the mid section of my house while raising the edge, above the foundation. This section of my house was described to me as a floppy tortilla, high in the middle with edges that droop.
My house is only (only) a couple inches off level. Friends told me of a newish home in a high end development 12" off level. I don't feel so bad when I hear that. I just don't sit above the posts and beams they are working on...
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Work horse truck ill.
My white work horse Ford f250 had to be towed yesterday. It was acting strange, erratic, loud and gassy with electrical blips, uneven running and the engine light going on and off.
Fred at the shop said they could tell it was not feeling well and gave it a hug. Unfortunately, said he, that did not fix the problem. The computer failed. (I love any man that is comfortable talking of giving a truck a hug.)
My home computer was losing keyboard keys left and right. It too, has been replaced. You all need to say a prayer over your computer components... this is not an inexpensive venture!
Fred at the shop said they could tell it was not feeling well and gave it a hug. Unfortunately, said he, that did not fix the problem. The computer failed. (I love any man that is comfortable talking of giving a truck a hug.)
My home computer was losing keyboard keys left and right. It too, has been replaced. You all need to say a prayer over your computer components... this is not an inexpensive venture!
Monday, December 10, 2012
What a basement does for organization
The carpenters needed access to my basement so I emptied it out. Into my horse trailer - full of boxes. Into my garage -full of furniture. And my living room? Boxes. I have been cleaning out so much paperwork I have filled my car twice with bags of paper to recycle. One stuffed garbage can of shedded paper. Why oh why did we not get rid of things as we went along. I found my first house rental agreement from when I was 20. And self-indulgent teenage pep talk letters about boys. And my favorite paper from my favorite class in college. Memories... yes. Interesting.. kinda. Did I need to haul these through five Seattle homes and one Florida home... until they finally ended up in my basement? I can never complain about how much the basement cost, because this job made me go through the paperwork, so it does not move with me to the retirement home. Good lord. The sad thing is (I am not done. There are more boxes of paper.)
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