Working with our contractor has ended for now but will resume in a week or two. And God forbid my retired husband should enjoy himself and do something fun. No…
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He’s decided to lay perforated drainage pipe.
You know, the one I told him to lay last year when he installed that drainage box.
Ever since we had the driveway redone last year water has been funneling down to our kitchen landing/porch and in heavy rain we step outside to a river.
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The catch basin was a good idea, but the husband poo poo’d the extra effort involved in laying pipe saying it wasn’t necessary.
Remember my perfect carpet? The expensive Karastan I chose on day one…
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The salesperson from the store where I found it (they have exclusive rights to the brand and none of the other places we’ve tried can sell it) has been staying in touch after giving us an installation estimate. When I finally told them my husband balked at the price and was looking around for something comparable but cheaper, they wanted to help and said they would check their inventory.
I received this message a week ago.. but didn’t tell my husband until he’d had his fill of fruitless floor shopping.
I’m evil that way.
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To be honest I didn’t think carpet was something you could barter… but you live and you learn.
Work resumed in the crap filled dungeon cellar the other day and more ceiling panels were installed…. with one glaring difference.
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I wasn’t assisting.
After the last bout of me trying (and failing) to hold a sheet a plywood in place over my head while the husband drilled …. replacement help was enlisted in the form of my husband’s cousin.
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This is a completed section with ceiling, insulated walls and shelving. Not that you can see much of it through the solid mass of worthless crap treasure.
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This is an uncompleted section, and if you look closely you can see the husband on a ladder surrounded by his ridiculous amount of junk treasures.
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Funny part is his cousin turned out to be a pretty useless assistant. He was always in the way and actually dropped a piece of plywood on my husband’s head.
Our new flooring is (90%) done so I thought you might like to see a few before and afters.
Keep in mind the before shots don’t show how truly terrible and worn out the old Berber carpet really was.
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(With a gaping hole on the upper right waiting for the new dining room set to arrive.)
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With the same empty space on the left.
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Another after from the empty dining space.
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Some of these after pictures don’t do it justice as the true color is hard to capture. It’s not as dark as it looks in some and has a much warmer tone in person.