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dragonlady7There's a chance, a slim chance, that we could get our new water heater as soon as tomorrow. Apparently... if the weather is too bad... they won't be able to do a bigger job they have... so they'll pop over and do ours instead?? So like?? I don't know. I don't know what the chances really are.
(It's going to cost $3700, by the way. Yes! Well. Great! Hey, we set aside $10,000 to spend on the house this year so honestly we're still ahead of the game. It's only February though and we have a lot more to work on.)
So we went down and hauled a bunch of junk out of the basement. I found a box and realized it had all my papers from childhood in it. Some of them were water-damaged. I found the card my grandmother who died in 2002 wrote me for my Confirmation. Her handwriting was so familiar still. It was badly water-damaged but I did not throw it out. I threw out some other very old papers I decided very quickly not to care about, like ripping a Band-Aid off. i don't need the tourism brochure from when I visited the Guggenheim in Bilbao in 1998. No, I don't! I don't. It's gone.
But then I put the box away, carefully, on a surface so it won't get further damaged by the water heater leaking.
(It's leaking all the time now, not just when it's on. Alas.)
I did dishes and cleaned the disgusting sink too, by boiling water in the kettle, and it worked fine, but I wanted to take a shower and didn't dare turn the water heater on. It's not worth it. Not if I'm getting a new one tomorrow.
I pointed out that there's no electrical outlet anywhere near the proposed site for the heater. Dude was like "they're pros they'll figure it out", and I was like, "they're going to run an extension cord across the entire basement and charge an arm and a leg to do it". I'm envisioning having to run down there and plug it back in because the cat tripped over it or something. Ugh.
Dad and I installed a circuit down there, since there were literally no outlets in the entire basement, but that was in probably 2005. I don't remember how to do it, or I would have run out and gotten the stuff and quick put in another outlet over there. (I think the rule of thumb is that a normal circuit can run four outlets, and we only put in two.) But I don't remember nearly enough. If they don't install the thing maybe I'll look it up and try... no, I'm not going to do that. it's been like twelve years since I did the one job of wiring I ever did, I would burn the fucking house down. It's so easy to do, though, I remember that it was easy, and I remember the rough outlines of it. If I'd known, I'd have asked Farm-BIL to help me do it when they were here last. But I didn't know, of course, so I didn't.
(Having an outlet over there would be super handy because it's not that far from where I have all my sewing machines plugged in just now, and those are powered by a sketchy power strip strung along the floor joists above and hanging from a shoelace because the power outlet Dad and I installed is too far away.)
My hands have been cold all damn day, I'm going to take my greasy gross self and just get in bed and hope I get some decent sleep tonight.
(It's going to cost $3700, by the way. Yes! Well. Great! Hey, we set aside $10,000 to spend on the house this year so honestly we're still ahead of the game. It's only February though and we have a lot more to work on.)
So we went down and hauled a bunch of junk out of the basement. I found a box and realized it had all my papers from childhood in it. Some of them were water-damaged. I found the card my grandmother who died in 2002 wrote me for my Confirmation. Her handwriting was so familiar still. It was badly water-damaged but I did not throw it out. I threw out some other very old papers I decided very quickly not to care about, like ripping a Band-Aid off. i don't need the tourism brochure from when I visited the Guggenheim in Bilbao in 1998. No, I don't! I don't. It's gone.
But then I put the box away, carefully, on a surface so it won't get further damaged by the water heater leaking.
(It's leaking all the time now, not just when it's on. Alas.)
I did dishes and cleaned the disgusting sink too, by boiling water in the kettle, and it worked fine, but I wanted to take a shower and didn't dare turn the water heater on. It's not worth it. Not if I'm getting a new one tomorrow.
I pointed out that there's no electrical outlet anywhere near the proposed site for the heater. Dude was like "they're pros they'll figure it out", and I was like, "they're going to run an extension cord across the entire basement and charge an arm and a leg to do it". I'm envisioning having to run down there and plug it back in because the cat tripped over it or something. Ugh.
Dad and I installed a circuit down there, since there were literally no outlets in the entire basement, but that was in probably 2005. I don't remember how to do it, or I would have run out and gotten the stuff and quick put in another outlet over there. (I think the rule of thumb is that a normal circuit can run four outlets, and we only put in two.) But I don't remember nearly enough. If they don't install the thing maybe I'll look it up and try... no, I'm not going to do that. it's been like twelve years since I did the one job of wiring I ever did, I would burn the fucking house down. It's so easy to do, though, I remember that it was easy, and I remember the rough outlines of it. If I'd known, I'd have asked Farm-BIL to help me do it when they were here last. But I didn't know, of course, so I didn't.
(Having an outlet over there would be super handy because it's not that far from where I have all my sewing machines plugged in just now, and those are powered by a sketchy power strip strung along the floor joists above and hanging from a shoelace because the power outlet Dad and I installed is too far away.)
My hands have been cold all damn day, I'm going to take my greasy gross self and just get in bed and hope I get some decent sleep tonight.
