home AGAIN
This morning we rose at six-thirty anticipating calling the plumber at eight. He called us first and we were all at Septemberhouse by nine. By one (despite the heavy snow) the pipe was fixed - no need to dig up any concrete. The problem was the join between the old pipe and the newer. (I recall accepting a bid lower than that of Hutchison for that job and having Mr. Hansen from Hutch wish me luck - should've paid more, I suppose.)
The chap from PuroFirst came and collected his cleaning and dehumidifying gear. We returned to the Inn expecting to stay another night but they were still predicting heavier snow so we packed up (two carloads - gathered over three days in anticipation of spending at least a week away)
The house is now a complete tip. The downstairs furniture is all pushed to the south wall. The rug has been tossed out and some of the paneling removed. The bottom of the wall between the powder room and the laundry room is cut away. Upstairs all of the things we brought back have landed in the living room.
I've been asleep in the chair since about three so we have just had dinner and my circadian rhythm is now a mess.
On a different note - part of the clogging of the drain was due to the tree on the other side of the steps having found its way to the leaky pipe; so the tree was nourishing itself on our "body fertilizer." You can look at this in at least two ways: a mystic we-are-now-part-of-the-tree approach or the fox having tasted blood keep him away from the chicken coop - Little Shop of Horrors approach.
No matter which - I shall never look at that tree in the same way again.
The chap from PuroFirst came and collected his cleaning and dehumidifying gear. We returned to the Inn expecting to stay another night but they were still predicting heavier snow so we packed up (two carloads - gathered over three days in anticipation of spending at least a week away)
The house is now a complete tip. The downstairs furniture is all pushed to the south wall. The rug has been tossed out and some of the paneling removed. The bottom of the wall between the powder room and the laundry room is cut away. Upstairs all of the things we brought back have landed in the living room.
I've been asleep in the chair since about three so we have just had dinner and my circadian rhythm is now a mess.
On a different note - part of the clogging of the drain was due to the tree on the other side of the steps having found its way to the leaky pipe; so the tree was nourishing itself on our "body fertilizer." You can look at this in at least two ways: a mystic we-are-now-part-of-the-tree approach or the fox having tasted blood keep him away from the chicken coop - Little Shop of Horrors approach.
No matter which - I shall never look at that tree in the same way again.
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