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I have discovered the downside of books. Putting them in boxes and then moving them. Parts of me are not very happy right now.
The house is having water issues. I went downtown to get the water turned on today, and called in a plumber to fix the pipes I knew were a bit wonky. Turns out it was more than a bit. Okay, my plumbing expertise ends at "can replace a faucet if I have to." So I asked my realtor at closing who she would recommend to fix whatever had happened to the pipes.
I knew they weren't holding pressure. And I knew some of them had been cut. It's a HUD Foreclosure. I went in expecting some craziness. The plumber confirmed that the pipes had been stolen, and a lot more of it had been taken than I expected. I'm actually relieved and surprised that there wasn't more damage to the rest of the house.
Today, they had to put in 42 feet of copper pipes, and a few small steel tanks to repair the damage. It took most of the day, but it did, at least, get repaired, and he added a few things that will make upgrading later easier/less costly.
I also ended up with three city workers on my front lawn because ... somehow ... when they updated the water main last summer, they didn't connect my house to it. They looked rather embarrassed by the rather massive oops, and have promised they will get it fixed ASAP. It means digging a trench in the street, so I'm sure my neighbors are going to love me for this.
I spent the time hanging curtains rods, hauling a bookcase about, and cleaning the kitchen.
And despite this mess, I prefer it, massively, to the horror that came before. This is easier to deal with. I just have to be patient. It will be fixed.
The house is having water issues. I went downtown to get the water turned on today, and called in a plumber to fix the pipes I knew were a bit wonky. Turns out it was more than a bit. Okay, my plumbing expertise ends at "can replace a faucet if I have to." So I asked my realtor at closing who she would recommend to fix whatever had happened to the pipes.
I knew they weren't holding pressure. And I knew some of them had been cut. It's a HUD Foreclosure. I went in expecting some craziness. The plumber confirmed that the pipes had been stolen, and a lot more of it had been taken than I expected. I'm actually relieved and surprised that there wasn't more damage to the rest of the house.
Today, they had to put in 42 feet of copper pipes, and a few small steel tanks to repair the damage. It took most of the day, but it did, at least, get repaired, and he added a few things that will make upgrading later easier/less costly.
I also ended up with three city workers on my front lawn because ... somehow ... when they updated the water main last summer, they didn't connect my house to it. They looked rather embarrassed by the rather massive oops, and have promised they will get it fixed ASAP. It means digging a trench in the street, so I'm sure my neighbors are going to love me for this.
I spent the time hanging curtains rods, hauling a bookcase about, and cleaning the kitchen.
And despite this mess, I prefer it, massively, to the horror that came before. This is easier to deal with. I just have to be patient. It will be fixed.