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Tomorrow I have an appointment to get the first estimate for repairing my foundation, an event fraught with all the ominous foreboding of a prison rape scene. I'm figuring on $5k-$6k, although it could easily go higher than that. I have appointments with four different companies so if any of the estimates vary too significantly from the others it will give me a fairly good idea if they're trying to rip me off. Unfortunately I had to get all the estimates scattered out over the next four weeks. With the drought we've had for the past couple of years the foundation repair business is booming and the bigger repair companies are booked solid.
I was bored out of my skull staying at home this past weekend but I actually did get a fair bit accomplished around the house. Granted, a lot of my "cleaning" involved pushing things under beds, but I did do some real cleaning and sorting as well. I managed to fill up two garbage bags of things to get rid of, which is good news for the inside of the house but not so good news for my trash cart because it is now full and garbage day isn't until Friday.
We have this utterly fucked up trash system whereby you get a big plastic cart that you fill up and roll out to the curb once a week. Once it's full, that's it. They won't pick up any bags outside of the cart unless they have a special sticker on them that you purchase from the city. The stickers are $3.50 each and there's no way I'm going to pay that to have a bag of trash picked up. I just set any extras aside and try to fit them in the following week. I swear, I totally understand why people dump trash around here. I won't even pick up anything that blows/is thrown into my front yard. I don't have room for it in my trash cart and it's just not my responsibility, so I kick it back into the street for the city to deal with.
I know this all makes it sound like our area is knee-deep in litter and it's really not; it's just that the whole thing is irritating. It also makes me sound like a crazy lady standing in her front yard flinging trash into the street, but these are things like soda bottles and such that have been thrown out of car windows by the various filthy pigs driving in front of my house. And honestly, if I'm going to be seen as a crazy lady I would rather it be as one who just might be prone to violence rather than the soft-headed, harmless one that collects stray cats.
On a brighter note, this month marks my last car payment. After the 17th she's mine free and clear. Predictably, someone almost plowed into my rear bumper on I-35 coming home tonight. I have a feeling that the car payment will just shuttle over to paying out the foundation repairs, but still. You find the silver lining where you can I suppose.
I was bored out of my skull staying at home this past weekend but I actually did get a fair bit accomplished around the house. Granted, a lot of my "cleaning" involved pushing things under beds, but I did do some real cleaning and sorting as well. I managed to fill up two garbage bags of things to get rid of, which is good news for the inside of the house but not so good news for my trash cart because it is now full and garbage day isn't until Friday.
We have this utterly fucked up trash system whereby you get a big plastic cart that you fill up and roll out to the curb once a week. Once it's full, that's it. They won't pick up any bags outside of the cart unless they have a special sticker on them that you purchase from the city. The stickers are $3.50 each and there's no way I'm going to pay that to have a bag of trash picked up. I just set any extras aside and try to fit them in the following week. I swear, I totally understand why people dump trash around here. I won't even pick up anything that blows/is thrown into my front yard. I don't have room for it in my trash cart and it's just not my responsibility, so I kick it back into the street for the city to deal with.
I know this all makes it sound like our area is knee-deep in litter and it's really not; it's just that the whole thing is irritating. It also makes me sound like a crazy lady standing in her front yard flinging trash into the street, but these are things like soda bottles and such that have been thrown out of car windows by the various filthy pigs driving in front of my house. And honestly, if I'm going to be seen as a crazy lady I would rather it be as one who just might be prone to violence rather than the soft-headed, harmless one that collects stray cats.
On a brighter note, this month marks my last car payment. After the 17th she's mine free and clear. Predictably, someone almost plowed into my rear bumper on I-35 coming home tonight. I have a feeling that the car payment will just shuttle over to paying out the foundation repairs, but still. You find the silver lining where you can I suppose.