A Week of Home Ownership
It rained this week.
Rained a lot.
Rained enough to overflow my downspout and rot out my siding.
Yeah. Ok. That didn't just happen this week, but rain like this week makes things like this more nerve racking.
I suppose I could worry about water in the basement like everybody else, but mine mostly occurs in the garage.
It seeps up through the cracks, then runs toward the doors. It seeps up through the cracks in the basement too, but there are a lot less cracks in the basement.
The real concern is the stream flowing from my foundation. Again it's at the garage, so I'm only a little concerned.
Did you see it? Did you see the water trickling out of the concrete block and running for the drain?
It's times like these I'm glad no one's septic system is "up stream" from my well.
While on the topic of the garage, I went and picked up part of the nursery furniture yesterday. The packaging for the dresser and the crib made it too big for all of it to go in my truck, so I took what I thought we could use. In the pouring rain, Mark and I loaded up the dresser and drove it home. Once home, it didn't make it much further than the garage.
It was too big to go hauling all through the house (when it's sunny and dry, we'll have an easier time carrying it around the house and through the sliding glass doors), and Jen was too tired to play interior decorator. We at least carried it into the basement (away from any water seeping up through the floor). It's currently serving as a speaker stand for the home entertainment system.
Tomorrow begins my new position at my old job. While I was home after Abigail was born, they decided to do a huge re-organization at the company. Everything I had pretty much killed myself for the last two years was "re-orged" away. No reflection of my performance. The product and its architecture was simply deemed "the wrong direction" (the direction was never my choice anyway).
What makes the new direction "the right direction" is anyone's guess (or prerogative if you're the one in charge). What makes me confident I'll have a life-long job to support my daughter?
nada
- b
Rained a lot.
Rained enough to overflow my downspout and rot out my siding.
Yeah. Ok. That didn't just happen this week, but rain like this week makes things like this more nerve racking.I suppose I could worry about water in the basement like everybody else, but mine mostly occurs in the garage.
It seeps up through the cracks, then runs toward the doors. It seeps up through the cracks in the basement too, but there are a lot less cracks in the basement.The real concern is the stream flowing from my foundation. Again it's at the garage, so I'm only a little concerned.
It's times like these I'm glad no one's septic system is "up stream" from my well.
While on the topic of the garage, I went and picked up part of the nursery furniture yesterday. The packaging for the dresser and the crib made it too big for all of it to go in my truck, so I took what I thought we could use. In the pouring rain, Mark and I loaded up the dresser and drove it home. Once home, it didn't make it much further than the garage.
It was too big to go hauling all through the house (when it's sunny and dry, we'll have an easier time carrying it around the house and through the sliding glass doors), and Jen was too tired to play interior decorator. We at least carried it into the basement (away from any water seeping up through the floor). It's currently serving as a speaker stand for the home entertainment system.Tomorrow begins my new position at my old job. While I was home after Abigail was born, they decided to do a huge re-organization at the company. Everything I had pretty much killed myself for the last two years was "re-orged" away. No reflection of my performance. The product and its architecture was simply deemed "the wrong direction" (the direction was never my choice anyway).
What makes the new direction "the right direction" is anyone's guess (or prerogative if you're the one in charge). What makes me confident I'll have a life-long job to support my daughter?
nada
- b
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