Don’t go assuming the worst. It’s nothing earth-shattering. I’m not dying or anything like that.
But I do want to write this, just to say I feel so bummed that I haven’t been writing as much as I want to this month. And I’m not reading as much as I want to this month.
There are two things to blame for this.
One. It was my birthday recently and my husband got me Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey. Needless to say, I dove into it pretty hard with both feet and any moment I don’t have some responsibility to take care of, I’ve been playing that game instead of reading/writing.
On the bright side, I’ve been learning a lot about Greek history. And your girl is not usually the scholarly type when it comes to geography and history. Or math. Or science. Or really anything that requires too much of my left brain.
Take last night for instance. I said to my husband: “This quest says to go to Athens, but I don’t see Athens on the map. Is Athens a real place? Where is Athens? Is it a country? Or the whole continent?” And my husband nearly choked on his cookie.
I take full responsibility for this current game addiction. Okay, maybe not full. Like, if you guys want to blame my husband for like 20% of this I wouldn’t argue. He did buy me the game after all.
Anyway, speaking of responsibilities, this is where issue Number Two comes in. It rained in my basement.
Let me backtrack. I bought my house two years ago. On the walkthroughs and home inspection before purchase, everything was okay technically. There was painting to do and a couple of things to replace. We had big ideas for putting in a wood-burning oven and ripping down the back deck to put in a flagstone patio. The roof would need to be replaced in five years and the bathroom ceiling fan was falling out, but otherwise, there was nothing to be alarmed by or to think we couldn’t fix up quickly to make it livable.
Cut to us moving in and realizing that everything had not been as it seemed. The previous owners were nightmare DIY-ers. Whether it was something small like painting over anchors in the walls instead of removing them and plastering the hole; or something bigger like putting in new floors and not taking the time to measure the planks so you weren’t left with sliding pieces of the tongue-in-groove laminate with gaps in between pieces.
Any painting project or small reno idea we took on would end up with us finding some half-assed, lazy bullshit done by the previous owners that resulted in the project taking twice as long as it should have.
Last month we decided to do the basement. You might remember I posted about my excitement here because the reno came with new bookshelves. I always intended to do a “Booknook Sunday” post after it was done to share my life a little more with you guys. Last week I posted about how I was using Book Outlet to fill up my new bookshelves after donating boxes of books to Goodwill. And it was fully my intention to do my aforementioned “Booknook Sunday” post yesterday even though the shelves weren’t full.
But I guess life had other plans.
Like I said, it rained in my basement. Here’s the deal: those lazy ass previous owners installed a secondary cold water line at the kitchen sink. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know. One tap at a sink isn’t good enough? You need two? I don’t get it. But anyway, they did it. Occasionally I used it to fill up my pets’ water dishes because the water comes out cold immediately. I always knew when I remodelled the kitchen it would be gone, so it wasn’t a big deal to have it. I barely thought about it.
But flashback to the other owners installing this line with a hose/line between faucet and plumbing that was too short. *eye roll*
This happened to me once when I changed the faucet in the bathroom. Do you know what I did? Headed back out to Lowe’s for the second or third or hundredth time and got the right piece for the job.
Do you know what the previous owners did when they discovered the hose they had was too short? They stretched it and forced it in and never looked back. So now, two years later after random use of this cold water tap, the hose finally broke at the seal and the water leak into the cupboard, under the cupboard and down in my basement, where it leaked and leaked and leaked all night while we slept. And in the morning we woke up to this:
So my basement is currently destroyed. We have 4 fans and a dehumidifier running 24/7, as well as more in the kitchen blowing under the cupboards. The contractors should be coming out this evening to check on the drying progress. My area rug is at their warehouse being professionally cleaned and dried. Soon they’ll start tearing out drywall and ripping up the flooring because those gaps in the planks I told you about allowed the water to seep into the subfloor. Two of my four new bookshelves were sitting in a puddle of water all night long so they need to be replaced as well.
The contractors gave me a timeline of 6 to 8 weeks before everything is back to the way it was before.
The only good news is that none of my furniture was really ruined. And we managed to avoid any kind of electric fire or destroying of my electronics even though the water was ballooning over my TV and running down the wall behind where the electrical outlet is. (You can kind of see it in the video.)
I’m super bummed about this turn of events because it’s right before the holidays and the deductible on my home insurance is $1k that I didn’t really want to spend. We had completely intended to put our tree down in this space and my in-laws would have been sleeping down there as well.
And I mean, we just finished redoing down there. Like, come on!
But it could have been so much worse and so I choose to be grateful that the Universe didn’t completely fuck up my shit. It’s just a tiny fuck up.
On the bright side, I hated that stupid flooring so to see it replaced with something of my choice is kind of exciting.
Anyway, that’s my excuse for not finding the time to post on here like I always intend to. One was a situation of my making (and my husband’s), the other was a total accident that just so happens to come with a lot of stress and disarray.
I think last night was the first time I’d picked up a book in a couple of weeks. And I hope to continue on that bookish path from here on out. Because when life is stressing you the fuck out, what better way to distract then by getting lost in a book, right?
Until next time Booknerds…