Especially when you are trying to remove two layers of it.
Apparently I didn’t perforate it enough in the front room, since it’s not separating at all. And in the back room, 2 coats of enzyme weren’t enough to separate it completely. And that’s only to take one layer off.
I think I’m just going to rent the steamer and hope for the best.
I think it’s starting to sink in. I put the car in the garage, just because I can.
MY car, in MY garage, at MY house.
Raided the new Home Depot. We have garbage can.
Got the lockset installed in the back door. A little drum sander to straighten out the hole and it’s all good.
Got a ceiling fan, but I’m afraid the house may be too short for it. Which would suck, since it’s a way cool fan. I might put it up anyhow. Todd, you’ll need to duck.
I have no clue what color to paint anything. I’m giving serious thought to going random on it. As in get a bunch of color chips, tape them to the wall, and throw darts. Whatever doesn’t make me want to hurl goes in that room.
As in “My House” has been permanently changed.
Now when I say “My House”, I’m not talking about a place that belongs to someone else that I’m just borrowing.
The house needs lots of work. I’ll probably chronicle my long journey here. Of course, I’ve given myself three weeks to do everything. Clearly, I’ve lost my mind.
I’ve gotten half of the new locks in. The old ones worked fine, but the locksets and the deadbolts were different colors, different manufacturers, and different keys. So I swapped them out for ones that are all matched. Well, half of them anyhow. Newer locks have shields on them, and one of the doors isn’t cut enough for the new lock to fit. I’ll deal with it later.
The biggest task I have ahead of me is figuring out what I can afford to do before I move in.
The next two days are going to be the longest of my life thus far. I’m waiting to close on the single biggest financial transaction of my life – buying a house.
And I’m terrified. Because thirty years seems like an awfully long time to be in debt.
But at least it nets me a garage to store my bike in, and a yard for my dog to play in.
If all continues to go well, I will own a house in 31 days.
I’m a bit overwhelmed by this impending reality. It means that I’ll have to pack up everything I own and move it. It means changing my address with about a hundred different places. It means I’m going to have to buy a lawn mower.
I haven’t mowed a lawn in 15 years.
More later.
Buy a house.
I’m in the process of doing that now. Got one under contract. Nice little ranch. Needs a bit of work, but otherwise looks ok.
It’s that “needs a bit of work” that gets you. Because what looks like a simple “put a rug in the living room” becomes a multi-thousand dollar excursion into Home Improvement.
And since I’m expected to have things like curtains, I’m going to have to borrow a woman. I’m an engineer, I don’t accessorize. If there’s a shade on the window to keep light out at night, I’m good.
But, the adventure begins. We’ll see where it ends.