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feng_shui_houseI was doing fairly ok on the stress levels until all this business with the pool started.
EDIT: In conclusion I hate
Yesterday in the car George went on for five solid minutes straight(and kept coming back to it) about what a terrible mistake it was to apply for a permit because the inspectors are now deliberately looking for things to pick on so that they can be paid to come back and they will look at the electric box which obviously isn't 50 years old and which George put in without a permit and they will probably want that ripped out for starters just so he can reinstall it after inspection but that will only be the beginning, they'll then insist on *impossible* things (my house has a few... *unique* features... for one thing I cannot find where the heck the water comes into the house & George was going on about how they'll insist on tying in the rebar in the pool structure (the pool was built in 1955 without rebar) via a solid length of metal to that impossible to find water supply- well, maybe not impossible- I found a company 2 years ago that said they'd *LOCATE* it for $400) and EVERYTHING the pool guys did without permit will be ripped up and redone and the money and the time and the fighting city hall just to find out what they want and then fighting the guys who did the job to get them to fix it permit-wise and all the steps and...
GEORGE, SHUT UP. My options were ALL BAD, George; this was the best I could do. I begged the pool guy to tell me what to do to avoid trouble with the city when I sell the house and this is what he said had to be done. I wanted to get on with the job and wait until the fit hit the shan in a month or two to be depressed, because there is a SMALL chance things will be ok, and there is NO chance I can do things George's way (no pool company large enough to do the work will do it with no permit at all) so why can't I have a couple months of peace?
So today I am exhausted from nerves, and tried really, really, really hard to work by separating things down into tiny, tiny steps and saying to myself, 'you can do this one little thing and then go nap, you'll feel better if you have *something* done'. So I patched up more gaps in the kitchen antfarm, and tried to get the blinds ready for installation. This is finicky and at EVERY tiny step, internal me was whining that she wanted to lie down and cry (which I can't do, I'm too depressed to cry). I took the blind mounts off the blinds and cleaned them up- removing the remnants of mollys & cement blobs, I measured the screws in the blind mounts against the thickness of the cutoff piece of the wood in the window frame and substituted shorter ones to make sure they weren't long enough to get into any cement beneath, I put the blind mounts back on and climbed the ladder- stopping at each step to remind myself I really did need to do this to hold the blinds up and make a couple marks with a Sharpie to indicate rough positioning of the mounts, climbed down the ladder having to remind myself not to save time by skipping the last step, remembered I was going to photo record the steps, so I stopped to snap the marks and the blinds with the mounts in them, and then I took the mounts off again, and put one on top of the wood to show the screw measuring, but I couldn't tell if the camera was lined up on it- to focus it on the dresser where I'd laid the wood I had to hold it up high- so I was tired and depressed and I STUPIDLY moved the swiveling monitor on the back to see what I was doing DESPITE knowing that the swiveling monitor had decided last year NOT to let me return to normal preview mode -I had left the monitor flat visible (which caused it to get pretty beat up with me carrying it around all the time, but it WORKED, I didn't mind the scratches I could still preview pics, So of course it refused to return to normal preview mode, and the only alternative was to put my eye to the tiny glass preview- and I discovered that the one eye which USED to be able to do that really can't any more, so I tried all sorts of things to convince the camera to work- percussive maintenance, removing/replacing memory card, flipping the swivel monitor repeatedly, turning camera upside down while switching from preview to camera mode- which DID at least return the post-photo gallery inspection to the monitor, and finally I gave up and went back to the window and did more measuring with blind mount to get it the right depth and then with a metal yardstick I lined up the back measurements (kept dropping the blind mount), then tried to mark the screw locations, but the Sharpie was too fat to fit into the screwhole on the mount, so I got an ultra fine sharpie and marked it, and then blindly photographed the marks, and then... I just... I couldn't go on to the next tiny thing of deciding which drill bit would be right to use, and so I came in here hoping my computer would cheer me up, but the seat of my chair has worn down and now it hurts my butt, and... I am... too depressed for chocolate...
And the pool guys just rang my bell. They'd come to drain the pool. I ALREADY drained the pool. Don't they talk to each other? And then they said, ok, we'll call the office and see about getting the sand-blaster guy maybe on Thursday. I said MAYBE? I was told he'd be here Thursday! Please do call the office and confirm that.
I am ... tired... very. Very. TirEd. I hate Ehouse. I hate Hialeah. I hate the stinking s***box directly in front of my house. I hate being trapped in situations that inevitably get worse and worse and cost so much money. I hate my ears ringing and my muscles aching and my cats being sick and nothing in this house being worth the money it would cost to haul it to the dump if it weren't for the fact that the scavengers will take nearly ANYTHING off my trashpile (although they sometimes put it back on the pile later).
Most of all I hate being depressed. It makes it so HARD to do even the simplest thing, like prepare food-- which is further exasperated by the inclusion of gluten in nearly all convenience foods, so forget opening a can of soup, for example. And my creativity is shot straight to Hades.
*sigh*
EDIT: In conclusion I hate
Yesterday in the car George went on for five solid minutes straight(and kept coming back to it) about what a terrible mistake it was to apply for a permit because the inspectors are now deliberately looking for things to pick on so that they can be paid to come back and they will look at the electric box which obviously isn't 50 years old and which George put in without a permit and they will probably want that ripped out for starters just so he can reinstall it after inspection but that will only be the beginning, they'll then insist on *impossible* things (my house has a few... *unique* features... for one thing I cannot find where the heck the water comes into the house & George was going on about how they'll insist on tying in the rebar in the pool structure (the pool was built in 1955 without rebar) via a solid length of metal to that impossible to find water supply- well, maybe not impossible- I found a company 2 years ago that said they'd *LOCATE* it for $400) and EVERYTHING the pool guys did without permit will be ripped up and redone and the money and the time and the fighting city hall just to find out what they want and then fighting the guys who did the job to get them to fix it permit-wise and all the steps and...
GEORGE, SHUT UP. My options were ALL BAD, George; this was the best I could do. I begged the pool guy to tell me what to do to avoid trouble with the city when I sell the house and this is what he said had to be done. I wanted to get on with the job and wait until the fit hit the shan in a month or two to be depressed, because there is a SMALL chance things will be ok, and there is NO chance I can do things George's way (no pool company large enough to do the work will do it with no permit at all) so why can't I have a couple months of peace?
So today I am exhausted from nerves, and tried really, really, really hard to work by separating things down into tiny, tiny steps and saying to myself, 'you can do this one little thing and then go nap, you'll feel better if you have *something* done'. So I patched up more gaps in the kitchen antfarm, and tried to get the blinds ready for installation. This is finicky and at EVERY tiny step, internal me was whining that she wanted to lie down and cry (which I can't do, I'm too depressed to cry). I took the blind mounts off the blinds and cleaned them up- removing the remnants of mollys & cement blobs, I measured the screws in the blind mounts against the thickness of the cutoff piece of the wood in the window frame and substituted shorter ones to make sure they weren't long enough to get into any cement beneath, I put the blind mounts back on and climbed the ladder- stopping at each step to remind myself I really did need to do this to hold the blinds up and make a couple marks with a Sharpie to indicate rough positioning of the mounts, climbed down the ladder having to remind myself not to save time by skipping the last step, remembered I was going to photo record the steps, so I stopped to snap the marks and the blinds with the mounts in them, and then I took the mounts off again, and put one on top of the wood to show the screw measuring, but I couldn't tell if the camera was lined up on it- to focus it on the dresser where I'd laid the wood I had to hold it up high- so I was tired and depressed and I STUPIDLY moved the swiveling monitor on the back to see what I was doing DESPITE knowing that the swiveling monitor had decided last year NOT to let me return to normal preview mode -I had left the monitor flat visible (which caused it to get pretty beat up with me carrying it around all the time, but it WORKED, I didn't mind the scratches I could still preview pics, So of course it refused to return to normal preview mode, and the only alternative was to put my eye to the tiny glass preview- and I discovered that the one eye which USED to be able to do that really can't any more, so I tried all sorts of things to convince the camera to work- percussive maintenance, removing/replacing memory card, flipping the swivel monitor repeatedly, turning camera upside down while switching from preview to camera mode- which DID at least return the post-photo gallery inspection to the monitor, and finally I gave up and went back to the window and did more measuring with blind mount to get it the right depth and then with a metal yardstick I lined up the back measurements (kept dropping the blind mount), then tried to mark the screw locations, but the Sharpie was too fat to fit into the screwhole on the mount, so I got an ultra fine sharpie and marked it, and then blindly photographed the marks, and then... I just... I couldn't go on to the next tiny thing of deciding which drill bit would be right to use, and so I came in here hoping my computer would cheer me up, but the seat of my chair has worn down and now it hurts my butt, and... I am... too depressed for chocolate...
And the pool guys just rang my bell. They'd come to drain the pool. I ALREADY drained the pool. Don't they talk to each other? And then they said, ok, we'll call the office and see about getting the sand-blaster guy maybe on Thursday. I said MAYBE? I was told he'd be here Thursday! Please do call the office and confirm that.
I am ... tired... very. Very. TirEd. I hate Ehouse. I hate Hialeah. I hate the stinking s***box directly in front of my house. I hate being trapped in situations that inevitably get worse and worse and cost so much money. I hate my ears ringing and my muscles aching and my cats being sick and nothing in this house being worth the money it would cost to haul it to the dump if it weren't for the fact that the scavengers will take nearly ANYTHING off my trashpile (although they sometimes put it back on the pile later).
Most of all I hate being depressed. It makes it so HARD to do even the simplest thing, like prepare food-- which is further exasperated by the inclusion of gluten in nearly all convenience foods, so forget opening a can of soup, for example. And my creativity is shot straight to Hades.
*sigh*
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Date: 2009-02-25 07:47 pm (UTC)Hope things improve for you today.
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Date: 2009-02-25 11:00 pm (UTC)*HUGS LOTS*
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Date: 2009-02-26 12:08 am (UTC)So I figured I'd go ahead with it, and if it didn't pass, I'd ask the inspector to tell me exactly what I had to do to make it pass, and then spend another fortune to do it. *sigh* But I'm HOPING it won't be as bad as George thinks.
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Date: 2009-02-26 12:59 pm (UTC)So people take stuff off your trashpile, and then BRING IT BACK?? Bloody cheeky, that is.
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Date: 2009-02-26 09:30 pm (UTC)As a matter of interest, what are house prices like in your neck of the woods? You've mentioned that they have fallen (have here too) but I'm curious to learn what they've fallen to, eg if you wanted to sell right now, what would you reasonably expect?
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Date: 2009-02-26 09:40 pm (UTC)This article says the drop in a nearby area is 28.3% so I'd assume it's at least that. So. Fla is one of the hardest hit areas with many many morons getting into impossible mortgages so the market is flooded with foreclosures.
http://www.foreclosurewarehouse.com/blog/home-values-miami-first-time-buyers/
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