Well, I bitched my way through the entire year (2017) with endless contractors coming and going, and yet the same pool and hardwood floor projects never did get fixed. Short of standing in my driveway with a t-shirt cannon and my cash, only a drunken trip to Vegas could have wasted more money.
Did I mention that we are now on our seventh pool company? Yes? Well, sorry, but you’ve got to admit… SEVEN???? Each one dogging the last and each one peering into the swamp of doom and declaring somewhere around a $500 fix. Several left running with their rubber hoses between their legs and didn’t even have the balls to jackhammer up the cement pool deck like their other chlorine cousins. One company charged us over $400 to just point at the problem and put blue painter’s tape in an arrow… I’m assuming this was to let other pool sharks know where I kept my checkbook. This latest company seems to know what they are doing, however, the bill has already soared to over $3000. I’ll keep you posted.
We are also on our 4th hardwood floor in the same room in just one year. Yes, I know you have heard this story too. Again apologies… just trying to bring my new readers up to speed. Just imagine moving your furniture into a POD every couple of months, taking all of your paintings off the walls, and living for a week or more in your bedroom with a Sheep dog, a Sheltie and various other menageries… only to find out that they screwed it up again and we will be waiting until the planets align to give it another go… Now they are stating that they never put a floor into a house that doesn’t have a vapor barrier. I guess that’s a new rule, since these are the same people who put the last two floors in.
Me: “I thought I had a vapor barrier? I paid Onyx Interiors for one, and didn’t you say you were concerned about the barrier being messed up by our cats????
Them: “Lady, I look under a lot of houses. I guess I made a mistake.
Me: Considering how many times you have F*CKED up my house, wouldn’t you pay more attention?”
Them: “I don’t have to listen to this.” Click.
I’m just saying… it’s a good thing that this conversation wasn’t in person.
So here is the “Woman vs Wild” Home Improvement Update:
Last Sunday as I was putting away my winter clothes (Ok, I was premature about that) I went into an obscure closet in our office. It is a very old house with closets like Narnia and clothes rods longer than any firehouse I’ve ever seen. The roof pitches like an “A” frame which makes it great for shoving shit in there that you never want to see again. However, on this trip I noticed a white shirt that now looked tie-dyed… WTH… it was wet and hanging next to a red jacket (also wet) The F*CKING ROOF IS LEAKING! I couldn’t believe it! This is in a totally different section than the last leak (that caused all the problems with the hardwood floor), and may I remind all of my readers that our metal roof is only a few years old.
I spent all of Sunday hauling weird clothes to the spare bedroom floor (yes the one I just beautifully painted and decorated). We called a repair company, but in almost a week’s time, they have not called back.
So with buckets in hand and the most rain I have seen in many years, I sat on the floor and just tried to figure out what in the world to do.
Money Pit: 10,000 Deb: 0