Breakthroughs
Oct. 4th, 2007 11:24 amWell.
My dad and I spend a good piece of yesterday measuring the remainder of the house's altitude deviations, which was fun. He then crawled under the house, and I poked my head into the crawlspace, so we could check out exactly what we would need to do to shim up the piers. It's been done in the past, sometimes in ways he couldn't really figure out the point of. Ultimately, we decided that it's more effort than we want to put into it. There's no big structural problems, it's just the accumulated shifting of 50 years on clay with maybe some occasional seismic activity. Once I make the topographic map of the house (I think that's right, topography describes topology, right?) it'll be fairly easy for me to check and make sure that it's not getting significantly worse quickly. And in a few years, savings or a home equity loan will cover the real repair. Or we'll move.
So, cross "fix foundation" off of To Do list. Now there's nothing in the way of me getting on with stripping wallpaper and spackling and figuring out exactly what to do about that crack in the ceiling except my innate laziness and procrastination.
ION, my husband has discovered emotions. That is, that he has them, like, all the time, not just in response to Big Events. And he's only a little afraid of that, he's mostly pretty psyched to, to be all Californian about it, get in touch with himself and explore his inner life. We had a really good conversation this morning and it is seeming more and more like that light at the end of the tunnel really is light, you know?
Also, I have discovered that diluted unsweetened cranberry juice is pretty tasty. Which is great, because finding sweetened that is not full of corn syrup or just plain too sweet is hard, and full strength unsweetened is more than I can really stomach. I can partake of the therapeutic power of the cranberry, huzzah!
Good day.
My dad and I spend a good piece of yesterday measuring the remainder of the house's altitude deviations, which was fun. He then crawled under the house, and I poked my head into the crawlspace, so we could check out exactly what we would need to do to shim up the piers. It's been done in the past, sometimes in ways he couldn't really figure out the point of. Ultimately, we decided that it's more effort than we want to put into it. There's no big structural problems, it's just the accumulated shifting of 50 years on clay with maybe some occasional seismic activity. Once I make the topographic map of the house (I think that's right, topography describes topology, right?) it'll be fairly easy for me to check and make sure that it's not getting significantly worse quickly. And in a few years, savings or a home equity loan will cover the real repair. Or we'll move.
So, cross "fix foundation" off of To Do list. Now there's nothing in the way of me getting on with stripping wallpaper and spackling and figuring out exactly what to do about that crack in the ceiling except my innate laziness and procrastination.
ION, my husband has discovered emotions. That is, that he has them, like, all the time, not just in response to Big Events. And he's only a little afraid of that, he's mostly pretty psyched to, to be all Californian about it, get in touch with himself and explore his inner life. We had a really good conversation this morning and it is seeming more and more like that light at the end of the tunnel really is light, you know?
Also, I have discovered that diluted unsweetened cranberry juice is pretty tasty. Which is great, because finding sweetened that is not full of corn syrup or just plain too sweet is hard, and full strength unsweetened is more than I can really stomach. I can partake of the therapeutic power of the cranberry, huzzah!
Good day.