"United we bargain, divided we beg."

Friday, November 19, 2010

Busier Than a One Legged Man in an Ass Kicking Contest

.... as my mom used to say. Alternatively, busier than a one-armed paperhanger. Yes, it is odd that her analogies all included amputees. No, I don't know why.

Anyway...things have gotten crazy around here. Real crazy, real fast. I have four unexpected houseguests (my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and her two children) through christmas. I have my floors being replaced. I have contractors of all descriptions crawling all over the house. Every time they look at anything they discover new levels of horror and destruction.

Frankly, I just don't have the strength at the moment, but now I am looking at replacing all the rafters on the north side of the house because the roofers who gave us a new roof four years ago didn't tell about serious rot problems and just covered it all up with new sheeting. The gutter-guys found it all when they started their job.

Now my husband is home, which is good in some ways, because he needs to be in decisions of this magnitude. He would never ever believe me if I were just telling him about it all: but of course he believes the contractors. Let's hope he believes them when they tell him how much damage he did with his stupid foam. It's bad in other ways because he wants to stop all the work until he gets things straightened out with the roofers.

He thinks (and to e fair, the gutter guys also think) that the roofing company should be paying for the rafter repair. But I doubt they will volunteer to; we may even need to go to court I'd really rather not, chalk it up to bad luck, and badmouth them all over town. But Homero insists on at least trying. So now the job is stretching out for weeks.

Wish me luck, y'all, and think long and hard before you buy that cute old farmhouse.


The 4 Bushel Farmgal said...

Oh, those hidden problems! Been there....

Good luck with however you choose to pursue this.

Nekkid Chicken said...

Dang Girl, Hope that all works out for you. It's always something. I tell hubby he wins the lottery more than he thinks. Just doesn't get the payout he desires. LOL

Olive said...

Best of luck in getting a positive response from the roofers Aimee. Somehow I think it will be an awfully long battle.
This week we start another round of war with the blackberries, they are just starting to send out flower buds and must be sprayed before they set fruit. A never ending story.

The Agrarian said...


Been enjoying your blog. Read all the way back to June...

Good luck with your company!