I never liked the Tom Hanks/Shelley Long farce. Even before I bought my first house. I don’t like when misfortune piles up on the unsuspecting.
I thought today was going to be a simple day. Long day, but simple. Took some vacation to clear things from sunrise to sunset. After the former, I started noticing the butterflies outside our bedroom window. Rather than take out all the wildflowers behind the house, I opted to keep the milkweed. The young miss attempted to sow wildflowers last summer, inspired by her environmental science course. We also had some nettles, which were attracting even more Red Admirals. So I saluted, and set to hacking out fledgling maple trees and fixing up the peripherals: hoses, burn chamber, and the deck.
By mid-morning, the sun was getting too high. My wife was up and we made a run to the hardware store to pick up a neat appliance which does a fabulous job on tar paper under carpeting. We had just emptied the bedroom, and I was about to unpack my new toy when I went to the basement to retrieve a claw hammer to deal with an odd nail or two.
It’s never a good sound to hear splashing liquid in one’s basement. The young miss had run a load of wash while we were out. And Gambit was spooked as I was. Double hit: wash water spurting up out the drain pipe and toilet backed up in the neighboring downstairs bathroom. I hate it when sewage takes a wrong turn and thinks my basement is a treatment plant.
That only set us back a few hours. Four loads on the wet vac to clean up. Then the repair crew arrived. Later they offered to have a look at a slow draining sink upstairs. Turned out the sink drainpipe was mostly being held together with a clog. They ran their rooter, and the pipe fell apart. It’s plumber time! But not till tomorrow.
As of 8pm, the bed is still disassembled. My wife is mopping the floor with a vinegar solution after the steam treatment and my scraping and sanding of the window. I made tomato/spinach/black bean burgers for the young miss and me. Wife settled for PB&J and a pepsi. I think a nice beer would go down well for me about right now. But ice tea will have to do. I think anything with alcohol content would put me out at this point. And I’m too pooped for a liquor store run at this point.
Good news is we got everything on today’s checklist punched out. And a few more things. Bad news is we’ll have to delay listing the home a day or two into the weekend. I don’t see us being ready by Thursday to receive potential buyers. Come by Sunday or Monday.