It seems a bit surreal that in a few weeks I could be living somewhere else. My house is almost complete and we’ve busted our collective asses to get us here. Many think that the physical sweat equity is what got us here, but I can never forget the help in the form of food and babysitting from my mom (hey mom, you special lady you).
I started this post late afternoon on the 18th and had to step away because I couldn’t get this damn picture to load up. So I stopped blogging then and by 7 pm we went from this:
SO! It seems that I’m going to be getting to know my local insurance adjuster, and I love those people, and get to move into my house …. not now!
Sometime yesterday evening a pipe burst and spewed the entire contents of our house’s water into the ceiling and walls of our basement. The house’s water is a few litres in the pipes combined with a 250 L tank that is used to keep constant pressure, and constant pressure it did. The tank was empty and the small pump inside it was trying to pump the air out too. If our well had refilled that tank, there would be a continuous supply of water spewing out, but our well couldn’t keep up.
I had plans to start packing in a few weeks. That isn’t going to happen as they’ll just be getting the reno’s going in few weeks. All ceilings, walls and baseboards will have to be replaced. Possibly duct work, electrical, and a window too. Water actually poured out a window and splashed down outside the house. It was fate that dh stopped into the house and actually went inside, or we’d be replacing more.
I keep hearing that I should be thankful that it wasn’t worse. Yeah, I guess I should be, but I’ve never been one to entertain the ‘should-be’ thoughts. This is one big ‘fuck-you’ at the moment and no amount of pep talk will help. Just time I guess.
It could have been worse … sure.
I don’t even know how to end this post.