You got to ac-cent-uate the positive and e-lim-i-nate the negative....
I had good news and bad news on the house today, but the bad news doesn't really shock me anymore. Nothing can shock me after that foundation horror.
The plumber was hooking up the drains for the house, and when he dug down to the sewer line, he found five holes in the main sewer line as big around as my entire hand. Even better, the landlady who'd owned the house when it was an apartment building knew about the holes, because they'd been covered with loose pieces of tin and then dirt was thrown back over the pipes. As opposed to ACTUALLY FIXING SOMETHING! Yeah, I'm not really surprised. Honestly though, if that old lady weren't dead, I'd have found a way to kill her by now. Anyway, we have to dig a trench along the entire length of the sewerline to where it ties onto the city sewer, and most of it will very likely have to be replaced. Another thousand dollars or so we didn't forsee. Lovely.
Moreover, as I'd suspected would happen, the building inspector came to take a look at the progress and saw that scary ceiling in the upstairs back bedroom. It has to come down. The roof above it has to come down. Without doing that, he won't approve the work. I knew it, and told Dad that before, but the news had to come from the inspector before he believed me. Not that I was given credit for being right (nor did I say "I told you so!"), but my suspicions were correct nonetheless. That's a problem that will wait until the summer, but that means we can't do any more work in that space until the roof and ceiling are rebuilt. The UPSIDE of this information is that now we can get nine foot ceilings in that area as well so that all of the rooms upstairs are the same height. As is, the room is only seven and a half feet high, which feels claustrophobic. So not only will it be safer, it will also be more aesthetically pleasing. Therefore, I guess this is a good thing, taken from that angle (which I'm choosing to use, since that's the angle that makes me not want to holler).
The other GOOD NEWS is that the drains are set for the upstairs bathroom toilets and showers, and supply lines have been run upstairs from the basement. The downstairs bathroom is also not part of the sewer problem because it has a separate drain that runs to another part of the yard. So I will still be able to have a working bathroom. Unfortunately though, the kitchen and laundry room drain to the broken pipe. Suck. However, it is going to be fixed--hopefully within the next week or so.
Sigh. I'm going to go look at my lovely tile again and think how great my kitchen will be. :)
(Crossposted on my regular blog)
The plumber was hooking up the drains for the house, and when he dug down to the sewer line, he found five holes in the main sewer line as big around as my entire hand. Even better, the landlady who'd owned the house when it was an apartment building knew about the holes, because they'd been covered with loose pieces of tin and then dirt was thrown back over the pipes. As opposed to ACTUALLY FIXING SOMETHING! Yeah, I'm not really surprised. Honestly though, if that old lady weren't dead, I'd have found a way to kill her by now. Anyway, we have to dig a trench along the entire length of the sewerline to where it ties onto the city sewer, and most of it will very likely have to be replaced. Another thousand dollars or so we didn't forsee. Lovely.
Moreover, as I'd suspected would happen, the building inspector came to take a look at the progress and saw that scary ceiling in the upstairs back bedroom. It has to come down. The roof above it has to come down. Without doing that, he won't approve the work. I knew it, and told Dad that before, but the news had to come from the inspector before he believed me. Not that I was given credit for being right (nor did I say "I told you so!"), but my suspicions were correct nonetheless. That's a problem that will wait until the summer, but that means we can't do any more work in that space until the roof and ceiling are rebuilt. The UPSIDE of this information is that now we can get nine foot ceilings in that area as well so that all of the rooms upstairs are the same height. As is, the room is only seven and a half feet high, which feels claustrophobic. So not only will it be safer, it will also be more aesthetically pleasing. Therefore, I guess this is a good thing, taken from that angle (which I'm choosing to use, since that's the angle that makes me not want to holler).
The other GOOD NEWS is that the drains are set for the upstairs bathroom toilets and showers, and supply lines have been run upstairs from the basement. The downstairs bathroom is also not part of the sewer problem because it has a separate drain that runs to another part of the yard. So I will still be able to have a working bathroom. Unfortunately though, the kitchen and laundry room drain to the broken pipe. Suck. However, it is going to be fixed--hopefully within the next week or so.
Sigh. I'm going to go look at my lovely tile again and think how great my kitchen will be. :)
(Crossposted on my regular blog)
posted by Delia | 7:01 PM
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