This week started off with my stepson and his wife coming over Sunday, for the grand tour and to help us move some furniture upstairs and into the baasement. DH mentioned the leak and ran water upstairs to show it. my stepson, ended up tearing down part of the wall above the cabinets and finding an old lead tub drain drum with a hole in it. Supposedly you can cut that part out and replace it with a p trap. Problem is that we may end up tearing up the bathroom floor to get to it.
We also discovered old knob and tube wiring, not sure if it works. Our neighbors husband came over to take a look and we need to have the electric company come out and replace our meter and wiring from it to the lines . In Ohio, they have a program that helps defray the cost but you have to wait 30 days after signing up.
DH is running around stressing over all of this. Me I've got the get it fixed and don't worry about it attitude. I want to tear apart each room(plaster, lathe and all), put up insulation if needed, repaint and be done with it, one room at a time.
Those of you who know my other half, know how he hates change, while I'm the opposite.
He's stressing over not having a second outlet in the kitchen so we can't have a microwave, while I'm planning ripping up carpeting ( major bleach stains), stripping, sanding floors, and removing paint from stairways and baseboard. He is fine with the way things are. I made him a deal, I'd give up the breakfast nook, so that we could put some cabinets, and outlets for the microwave, but he had to let me tear up the dining room carpet. He agreed!
Last night was his first night at the Walmart up here. He came home to find that I'd started to remove the paint from the banister. He wasn't to thrilled, until I explained that I wanted to tear down the wall paper( didn't mention removing plaster and lathe), remove the wall paneling, restore the banister to it's original stain and paint the walls a pale green that would accent some wonderful Caddo Lake photo's from some dear friends. He's all for it now.
I even got him to stop stressing over the windows. We have storm windows outside but the original pulley and weight windows still work, even though some need new ropes. I told him I had more patience and would tear the window molding down and replace the cording. He is strictly in charge of plumbing and electric.
Thursday, October 15, 2015
The First Week
DH called a relative and the men unloaded, while I disappeared at the new neighbors. Everything was taken off the truck and put on the porch.
Have you ever tried to put a large item into a small space? My kitchen only has one outlet and not enough cabinet space. The so called pantry ended up being a 6x9 mudroom, with a horrible slant and back steps to the outside you risk your neck on. It took me 5 days to unpack and put stuff away. Thankfully the previous owner sold us a dining room set that included hutch ( now appliance holder) and a buffet ( now a baking pan holder).
While the house is gorgeous and has a fireplace, and an electric one in front of it, wall sconces, chandeliers, and lots of rooms. It lacks in so many ways. For instance, while we love the breakfast nook in the kitchen, there is only one outlet for appliances, While there is space for our new fridge, it won't fit under the cabinet. The stairs to go to the basement, are steep, but DH finally has a man cave, there must bee some sort of tradition, the old owner left us a can of spaghetti sauce in 2 windows.
I'm unpacking fabric totes ( 9 of them) into the main floor bedroom since the attic is not finished, when DH says he is going to take a shower. Five minutes later I'm screaming "stop". I have a waterfall over my stove and through my chandelier in the kitchen. I quickly call the neighbor - " Hi it's Laura , come over with a mop", and start mopping the floor. Turns out that part of the pipe for the bath tub drain is missing. Not a problem we have a full bath downstairs.
I ended up using cinder blocks and lumber but got my pantry in order We ended up the week finding our waay around town, the Rehab store and Amish market.
Have you ever tried to put a large item into a small space? My kitchen only has one outlet and not enough cabinet space. The so called pantry ended up being a 6x9 mudroom, with a horrible slant and back steps to the outside you risk your neck on. It took me 5 days to unpack and put stuff away. Thankfully the previous owner sold us a dining room set that included hutch ( now appliance holder) and a buffet ( now a baking pan holder).
While the house is gorgeous and has a fireplace, and an electric one in front of it, wall sconces, chandeliers, and lots of rooms. It lacks in so many ways. For instance, while we love the breakfast nook in the kitchen, there is only one outlet for appliances, While there is space for our new fridge, it won't fit under the cabinet. The stairs to go to the basement, are steep, but DH finally has a man cave, there must bee some sort of tradition, the old owner left us a can of spaghetti sauce in 2 windows.
I'm unpacking fabric totes ( 9 of them) into the main floor bedroom since the attic is not finished, when DH says he is going to take a shower. Five minutes later I'm screaming "stop". I have a waterfall over my stove and through my chandelier in the kitchen. I quickly call the neighbor - " Hi it's Laura , come over with a mop", and start mopping the floor. Turns out that part of the pipe for the bath tub drain is missing. Not a problem we have a full bath downstairs.
I ended up using cinder blocks and lumber but got my pantry in order We ended up the week finding our waay around town, the Rehab store and Amish market.
Closing Day
We droppedd the moving van off at the new house and drove to the bank and then to closing. Closing took all of 5 minutes. Then we played tag trying to find the real estate agent to get our keys to the new house.
Arrived back at the house, our help to unload never called or showed up. I'm standing in the yard with the 3 dogs and a neighbor comes over with her dog and introduces herself. She is such a sweet person, she brings us over a home cooked meal a little later and gets the house tour. DH and I unload the mattresses and call it a day.
Arrived back at the house, our help to unload never called or showed up. I'm standing in the yard with the 3 dogs and a neighbor comes over with her dog and introduces herself. She is such a sweet person, she brings us over a home cooked meal a little later and gets the house tour. DH and I unload the mattresses and call it a day.
The Move
Due to nasty neighbors who couldn't afford the family house when it was empty, and who wanted our place after we updated it, we moved from Texas to Ohio.
We left behind many wonderful friends,who we will miss. We also left behind, snakes, Rabid Wolf Spiders ( huge!), scorpions and fire ants, along with 80 degree weather, and people who rode their brakes and freaked out at a half inch of snow.
I searched online and found a 1922 bungalow in Youngstown, Ohio. We bought it just from looking at the pictures. Two days before we moved DH, says maybe we should have looked at double wides in Texas and so our journey begins.
We'd planned on getting a 20 foot Uhaul, but the store only had a 26 footer, which they gave us at the 20 foot price. The day we were supposed to pick it up, it had mechanical issues. So we got it the next morning. I had to argue over the quoted price but the guy took care of it. DH drove it to the house while I stopped and got the two of us and the neighbor who was helping us move some breakfast. Imagine my surprise when I pull up and see the new buyers and about 7 of their clan in the yard and a nosey neighbor throwing my antiques into the moving van. I quickly went into the house and cancelled all services, to calm down.
Two hours later, I'm in our van with 3 dogs in crates, leading the way for DH and the moving van. I had carefully written( and printed 2 copies) of all the directions, including all of our stops
DH tells me he can't read directions and drive so it was up to me to lead the way, and we'd communicate via the 2 way radios I bought ( he thought they were an unnecesary purchase).
Our first stop was Nashville for 2 nights of resting. On our way there, I lose DH several times, as he can't keep up with the heavy load he is hauling. We get to Nashville about 10 pm, it's been 2 hours of listening to my phone's map directions. I'm trying to locate the hotel,keep DH in the rear view mirror, calm down 3 hungry dogs and figure out why Nashville does all road work at night and weekends. I pass by a police officer who has someone pulled over, he somehow scrambles my phone signal and fries my phone. About this time DH manages to holler into the radio "I need gas". Needless to say after 4 detours and a wasted hour we find the hotel.
Two days later we go to leave to finish our drive to Ohio. First thing we do is fill up both vehicles. DH decides to tell me that he can't stand seeing the high dollar amount of filling up a 50 gallon tank, so he has only been putting in $50 at a time, which explains the frequent gas stops and just starts my day off wrong. After we hit Ohio, I hollered into the radio that I was pulling off at the next exit to take care of a smelly dog. I got no reply, so I hop back on the highway, and can't find him anywhere, he never answered the radio. I then proceed to get lost around Columbus, stop at an O'Reilly's for directions, end up pulling into an Advanced Auto, where some kind stranger had me follow him to the highway and finished driving to Youngstown. I stopped at the nearest Motel 6 got a room on the second floor, unloaded 3 dogs ( one of which has to be carried she's too short to handle stairs), and the overnight bags, and waited. Twenty minutes later I look out the window and see the moving van tucked in the corner of the parking lot, he'd been there 10 minutes.
We left behind many wonderful friends,who we will miss. We also left behind, snakes, Rabid Wolf Spiders ( huge!), scorpions and fire ants, along with 80 degree weather, and people who rode their brakes and freaked out at a half inch of snow.
I searched online and found a 1922 bungalow in Youngstown, Ohio. We bought it just from looking at the pictures. Two days before we moved DH, says maybe we should have looked at double wides in Texas and so our journey begins.
We'd planned on getting a 20 foot Uhaul, but the store only had a 26 footer, which they gave us at the 20 foot price. The day we were supposed to pick it up, it had mechanical issues. So we got it the next morning. I had to argue over the quoted price but the guy took care of it. DH drove it to the house while I stopped and got the two of us and the neighbor who was helping us move some breakfast. Imagine my surprise when I pull up and see the new buyers and about 7 of their clan in the yard and a nosey neighbor throwing my antiques into the moving van. I quickly went into the house and cancelled all services, to calm down.
Two hours later, I'm in our van with 3 dogs in crates, leading the way for DH and the moving van. I had carefully written( and printed 2 copies) of all the directions, including all of our stops
DH tells me he can't read directions and drive so it was up to me to lead the way, and we'd communicate via the 2 way radios I bought ( he thought they were an unnecesary purchase).
Our first stop was Nashville for 2 nights of resting. On our way there, I lose DH several times, as he can't keep up with the heavy load he is hauling. We get to Nashville about 10 pm, it's been 2 hours of listening to my phone's map directions. I'm trying to locate the hotel,keep DH in the rear view mirror, calm down 3 hungry dogs and figure out why Nashville does all road work at night and weekends. I pass by a police officer who has someone pulled over, he somehow scrambles my phone signal and fries my phone. About this time DH manages to holler into the radio "I need gas". Needless to say after 4 detours and a wasted hour we find the hotel.
Two days later we go to leave to finish our drive to Ohio. First thing we do is fill up both vehicles. DH decides to tell me that he can't stand seeing the high dollar amount of filling up a 50 gallon tank, so he has only been putting in $50 at a time, which explains the frequent gas stops and just starts my day off wrong. After we hit Ohio, I hollered into the radio that I was pulling off at the next exit to take care of a smelly dog. I got no reply, so I hop back on the highway, and can't find him anywhere, he never answered the radio. I then proceed to get lost around Columbus, stop at an O'Reilly's for directions, end up pulling into an Advanced Auto, where some kind stranger had me follow him to the highway and finished driving to Youngstown. I stopped at the nearest Motel 6 got a room on the second floor, unloaded 3 dogs ( one of which has to be carried she's too short to handle stairs), and the overnight bags, and waited. Twenty minutes later I look out the window and see the moving van tucked in the corner of the parking lot, he'd been there 10 minutes.
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