Did I not get the memo? I feel like I’m in my own personalized version of the movie “Groundhog Day.” (Only I’m not as funny or as cool as Bill Murray.)
The alarm goes off. I get up and you got it…more of the same kind of dirty underground work on our house again.
Good grief. Please — someone stop and let me get off this crazy train! (Pardon me while I pause for a brief Ozzie song running through my brain for a moment…what can I say, my formative music years lie solidly in the 80s. ;P)
But there’s no use fighting it. It needs to be done if we’re every going to be able to actually put flooring back in the house. Which I would kind of like. I’m weird like that.
So let’s get on with this madness, shall we?!
Nine new piers….
Adjustments on 10 previously installed piers…..
Nineteen holes open in and around the house….
Is there a bar open at this time in the morning?! Medicinal purposes only.
And trying to keep the idiot dogs upstairs and away from open doors to escape to freedom where there are no jackhammers. Pure joy.
This is where Walter ended up. Right in my lap. He hates loud noises.
Meanwhile, flies and enormous mosquitoes find there way into the house to set up shop. So much fun.
I don’t know why I even have the shop vac out. It’s useless.
If you look down in the holes, our water table is only about 3 feet down there. Hmmm….maybe part of the problem.
One of the many reasons we’ll be putting a french drain around the back and side of the house. I guess the good news is we have piers now in almost every area of the house. Almost. (I’m sure that room will be next.)
Thankfully, this madness was only scheduled for two days. And yes, they finished in two days.
Thank you, Jesus!
So I got to put things back together over the weekend.
Unfortunately, none of this was in the budget (which disappeared long ago.) So new flooring was definitely out of the question. I did my best at putting the disgusting carpet and pad back down so the wild beasts that live here with us (er, I mean the kids and dogs) would have something soft to step on. It’s bad enough our living room is still missing all flooring (and no it’s not nice concrete that you could stain. I wish!)
The smallest of our Wild Things lives in this room. I definitely had to put something back down. Here it is in all it’s gross glory. I just smashed it back down onto the tack strips. Pffft…who needs a carpet stretcher. lol!
And thank you, Walter for standing on the carpet and “helping” as I tried to put back the carpet.
And just to note, the carpet was even grosser after I put it back down. When they piled it up, they put the nasty carpet pad in with it, so it disintegrated/smashed into it and stained it everywhere. But the pet stains are very much ours and oh, so very classy.
The really weird thing I’ve noticed through all these under house repairs. The dirt that lives under our house stinks.
Not like a dirt outside smell.
But a very putrid almost sweet sickening smell. So I can say with all truthfulness. Foundation repairs stink.