So, as Takaza and I were sitting around on Sunday, he noticed that the marks in the living room ceiling where it had been repaired were quite noticeable. I took a closer look, and saw that the paint was flaking off around the joint in the drywall, and cracking along the edge of the patch. Oh, that’s just bloody terrific. After another visit this morning from the guy who did the repair, it appears that the shower leak that I thought I’d fixed wasn’t quite as fixed after all. When he ran his finger down the joint, the joint compound was somewhat pasty, not dry and crumbly like it should have been. So I slowed the leak, but didn’t stop it. Crap.
This evening, I’ll have to pull the drain again and reseal it with silicone caulk, using copious amounts this time. We’ll give it about a month or so to dry out and be certain that the leak is fixed, then he’ll come back out again to pull the old patch and put in a new one (for another couple hundred bucks. Ouch). Unfortunately, this means that when it comes time to show off our pretty new house this weekend, it’ll have a big, fugly crack in the living room ceiling. Not much to do for it, I reckon. This is a bit of a reality check for me, though – I need to remember that people aren’t coming to see the house, they’re coming to see us and each other. This helps me de-stress a little bit, and in a strange way, will probably make the weekend more enjoyable for me. Go fig. Plus, it keeps Dan from wanting to kill me for being stressed and annoying, and that’s always a good thing 🙂
Well, let’s see if I can get some work done today…
What?!
Oh. My. God.
You call yourself a home-maker. I’m not coming! I cannot believe you’d let a crack form in your ceiling. What kind of HOST are you? *HMPH!*
*snicker* Don’t stress. (recalls that this is like telling the sun “don’t shine”) You’re right, we ARE coming for you and Dan, not for your home. *hugs*
It might behoove you to suck it in and call an honest to God plumber person to really fix that leak. That way you would have two peoples to yell at and the plumber would be responsible for repairing the ceiling again were it to happen a third time. Remember, three is the “charmed” number. Ma
Oh, how tacky!
Given the nearly antiseptic, stylish and perfectly repaired house that I live in, how ever shall I survive travelling to such a place. Oh woe is me. 😉
Don’t worry, Duncan. I guarantee that your place is a dream compared to where many of us live. Heck, you’ve seen my place, and yours will be great. Besides, it’s got two wunnerful canines in it who are the real reason I’m coming. *snuggle*
There is a reason we named our house….
Pandora.
We have never completed a project that didn’t involve: finding some obscure part for a perfectly normal looking unit, discovering that the previous owner’s really should not have been allowed near any tools (don’t it yourselfers), or experiencing months of delay while a ‘simple’ project turned into something needing permits and a profession engineer.
Still, we love our house.
I’m offended!
I’ve never been to your home and the first time, it’s gonna be awful. That’s it… I don’t think I can make the trip out there. 🙂 Did you ever think hun, there _is_ a reason you have never seen my place (any of them)? 🙂 I look forward to spending loads of quality time with several who are near and dear to me, you and Dan being two of the most important. So, you’ll just deal. Love ya! 🙂
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