Dear Blog Thread:
Know what sucked? Father's Day fucking Sucked! My parents have been trying to seal their house for over a year now. My housemate John, who's summer lodgings fell through and is/was staying at my parent's house for the time being, got a room with some of our friends.(About Bloody time) Anyways, I go down to the house in the early morn on Sat. I mow the lawn and vacuum the pool, like a good son. My parents come over to meet with our realtor. She wants x, y, and z done, "today," and she's going to have an open house "tomorrow" so I lose my Saturday to prying a "70's style" mirror and shelving unit off of a wall, to discover unpainted panelling underneath. I think we broke enough mirror panels that the next thing was of no surprise. We finish the chores, which requires re-painting five rooms. The next morning, we get up early to go set up the air conditioning unit for the open house, none of use eats, cause it should be a quick and easy job. It is perfect, up on the room. Only need to oil the system and hookup the waterline. I run down to turn on the water, and the house starts raining. The waterline has more holes in it than all of the plot holes in movies this year. We go get new piping, cut it, bring it up into the attic to attach it to the now cut old one. But the old one is of different gage size, so we head back out to the hardware store, and get a new compression joint. My dad crawls up there to put it on, and he falls through the fucking ceiling. The leak caused the structural integrity of the ceiling. And, the boards we laid up there, to walk on, as to avoid a problem like this, they break, and he fell through. On Father's Day. Luckily, he was fine, caught hold of a beam, and didn't get injured. Well, some guy sees that we are there, and decides to come take a look at the house. We call the realtor, and tell her to cancel the open house, but she can't unless she sees the damage. This guy walks through the house, I hastily shut and lock the doors to where the damage is (Thank god it was contained to one room.) The guy then goes off on some tangent about how he was at the house in March, and we were in the middle of tearing down a wall(never happened), and he's moving back here from out east and living with his 85 year old mother, and I'm instantly getting a feeling like we are about to be conned. He finally leaves after half an hour of his shit (of which, I am ready to shoot him with a low powered air rifle), he then proceeds to drive up and down the fucking street, watching us. The realtor show up 45 minutes later(she live literally 5 minutes away), and the guy stops and corners her, and basically holds her "hostage" for another 30 fucking minutes. It is now going onto hour 5 and we still haven't eaten. The attic space, even with its new hole, still reaches 180 degrees Fahrenheit. We are lifting, shit, we are running down the ladder, turning on the water, cutting the hole to make it more square-like, cutting, and moving the fallen insulation. By the time this asshole leaves, we are literally soaked in our own sweat, coughing from all the particulate matter that is floating in the air from the giant hole in the ceiling, starving, tired, and all kinds of pissed off. he asshole also proceeds to low-ball us, by 20,000 dollars, and then , he wants to fucking rent the house out from us or 2 years. After all the work we've done, fuck that guy. Thank god everything only goes up from there. I go home and take a 20 minute shower (the longest shower I have taken in something like 8 years), we get some excellent steaks from the grocery store, eat them, and relax. Of course, today I am sore, and I have to get out of work/school early to get to the house and put up a new ceiling.
Love,
Kevin