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After much hassle and more money than I ever dreamt any move should cost, we closed on our house November 7, 2003.  I promise this will be the last house post for a while.

As rumor has it, the first owner lived in a trailer, while he built the basement and then moved into that. It had a low sloped peaked roof on it, and a bucket affair for a septic system.

The second owner then built the upstairs, without removing the original roof or replacing the bucket.  We have twelve inches of ceiling, roofing and flooring between the first and second floors.  It is very soundproof, except for the central stairway, and, there is no sneaking around in our house as it has the squeakiest floor on the planet.

We did, when spring broke, get a real septic system, paid for by escrow money.

When, the foundation was put in, there was no gravel added, so the side that is underground, is having wall seepage problems. Mom used to get little rivulets of water down the wall. We got a repair estimate and, ever since, I have been threatening to buy more shovels for our four strapping boy. They are strong and limber and I would not have to take the porch off if they got under there and dug it out.

We had twenty-two separate propane leaks to fix. After the fifth propane leak was found, I called the propane company out. They declared we were leak free.  That was sixteen leaks ago. One set of leaks was because the previous owner built a box around the propane line and then used a nail gun, not on the edges, but right on the middle, to nail the cover on; thus, nailing through the propane line; not once, but twice.  You never saw a disabled man move so fast in your life as when my husband pulled that cover off to check.

The plumbing is another constant battle.  Husband recently fixed the kitchen drain leak for the third time. And, the downstairs bathroom has so many leaks that our water bill has doubled and the bathroom is looking like a permanent site of remodeling.  As the last repair left a square cut out of the bathroom wall and the cut-out piece leans in place.

One leak that has been repaired previously, and he tells me it has “healed itself,” is by the water heater.  I go check and report that the bucket is overflowing again.  And, he says he thought it was fixed. Apparently, he is holding an invisible plumber hostage down there.

Then there is the infamous leak in EMT boy’s bedroom from an original leak that, when husband repaired it, it flooded my mother’s room, right above her computer.  Gaffer and I grabbed empty Rubbermaids and tried to catch the waterfall flowing above mom’s computer station. It was “Abbot and Costello meets Niagra Falls.”  I recently discovered, the hard way, that it is still leaking.  EMT boy’s room had to be dried out, yet again.

 
 

 

The house did not just come with problems either, some were created after we moved in. 
Husband had a good mind, at one time; I think that twenty years of COPD has caused oxygen deprivation, as most intelligent people do not check for propane leaks with a match.

I now have soot on the wall and a large hole from a fire he started in the wall behind the kitchen stove. He has also, when putting shrink wrap on a package (he shrinks my drawings) melted the carpet in one room.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it back home in Indiana. We have four acres and a pond (30 feet deep x 30 feet x 100 feet) and the boys ( we have four living with us now instead of one) use it all summer. Recently, they built a fire pit and use that constantly too. 

The wooded property is beautiful and, each morning I take a walk with Chihuahua, weed, pick vegetables and take pictures. The last thing I do at night is let Chihuahua out, and step outside to listen to the crickets and frogs, and spend a few minutes just staring at the stars and watching the tree tops sway.  

I think, if I lived in a tent, I would be very happy; colder maybe but dryer.

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THE MOST EXPENSE MOVE ON EARTH!

 

PICTURE THIS:

1.     House sells and you aren’t sure you want to but you are now stuck.

2.     Two weeks pass and you refuse inspections, thus begging out of the whole thing. Whew!

3.     And, way too good realtor hands you next offer. Shit!

4.     Not knowing why you accept it, you do and find that you have two weeks to move a 2,100 square foot house, of two households, with:

a.     Disabled husband

b.     Elderly mother (who has moved like three times in her life and wants to dust everything off before she packs it.)

c.      Gaffer (whose claim to strength is his PS2 thumbs)

d.     And me

5.     THEN, two days before closing, you rent the largest truck and the largest trailer they will rent.

6.     You begin to pack up way earlier than you think you need to (after all you have had a huge yard sale already and you are short on help).

7.     It is the end of October and THEN IT SNOWS. It just doesn’t send down some lazy flakes, it is an icy, dense, two and a half feet of snow, that:

a.     Makes the metal floor of the truck, which sits on a slope, like skating on ice

b.     Strands the trailer loaded with mom’s stuff in the middle of the yard

c.      Disables town, but never fearless realtor’s offices, and keeps even the day laborers at home.

8.     Thus causing:

a.     You to pay for an extra truck and a storage unit ‘cause it ain’t all gonna fit.

b.     You to purchase a new dolly, as the other one fell out the open door of the extra truck.

c.      You pay for two days of house rental because it just isn’t enough time

d.     You pay loan shark bribery rates to shut up the new owner’s mother-in-law who does not see this as an act of God, as she watches disabled husband and Gaffer trying to move a refrigerator through two and a half feet of heavy snow, when the moving truck would not come closer than one hundred feet to the house.

e.      Well, actually the money was also to shut her up because we left stuff. Not much inside, just some in a closet but a lot in my studio. A LOT!

9.     Finally, closing is over, our stuff is packed –Oh!, and the truck already broke down in the yard once, but, we are on the road, with the help of new home owner who pulled the trailer out of the yard and also came running after us to give us a photo left on the wall. We drive to a motel because we are all beat and need a place to collapse and cry.

10.                        We leave in the morning and:

a.     Disabled husband loses the $1,000 he has for gasoline.  After much searching and panic, he finds it laying in the muck of the parking lot (One for us, Ten for the evil ones)

b.     The motor home will not start and besides that problem, disabled husband burns up the starter trying to start it.  We transfer everything around. I now will drive the van and pull a trailer. We pay to have the motor home towed. 

c.      We leave everything that we needed first in the motor home, at the repair shop, in Casper, Wyoming, so that we will then have to replace all of Gaffer’s wardrobe, so he can go to school when we arrive in Indiana.  But, we are on our way back home to Indiana.

 

Then, the phone rings. We had been approved for our loan but, unbeknownst to us, the house was not approved for the loan and that call was our realtor telling us that our home was not approved by the mortgage company because:  are you ready??

 

IT DID NOT HAVE A SEPTIC SYSTEM.  It had something like a bucket buried in the ground. 

 

MY QUESTION: Shouldn’t somebody have noticed this a lot earlier in the story?

 

Continued tomorrow:

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