A day of getting help from the pros. Jeff had called in our contractor buddy Mike to handle some work that was beyond the scope of what we can do. He and his worker switched out lights, cut the cabinets to make room for the fridge (it fits!), and refaced the dishwasher, which now has a stainless steel front that matches the rest of the appliances. The new stove was delivered, and the old one hauled away, and everything was going swimmingly.
But of course, nothing goes completely smoothly, and if this were an HGTV show, this is the part when the music would get all dramatic, someone would say, "We may have a problem", and you'd cut to commercial.
Because there was a septic tank inspection scheduled for today, which did not go according to plan. Instead, the inspector informed Jeff that there was no septic. Yep, it's a cesspool. If you aren't familiar with what that is, please feel free to Google it, I'll wait. And you'll understand pretty quickly why this is a problem.
You literally can't transfer a deed in our state with a cesspool. Instead, Sammy is going to have to pay to have a new septic installed. This is a substantial financial hit, upwards of $25K for a four bedroom. But we're all taking it in stride and trying to make the best of the situation. It may actually be a blessing in disguise, because now, instead of saying "septic as is" (which is a huge red flag to many buyers), you can say "brand new septic to be installed by closing". Sounds better, right?
The window, covered in artwork. |
The front door, covered. |
So my children found the tape dispenser, and our windows are now covered in a variety of projects. It's definitely cheery and something that can brighten up the days of people walking by, but it reminds me that there's one more thing they miss out on this year- the annual art show. Parents and kids walking through the halls, with the children eagerly pulling Mom and Dad around, pointing out their pieces.
There are always bright colors, and creative frames, and the talent and creativity on display never ceases to amaze. Last year, their art show was on the same day as softball, so we have photos of them in the halls of their school, their uniforms covered in dirt, and their smiles ear to ear as they pose with other children in uniforms, arms around each other, happily showing off clay donuts and ice cream, laughing under balloons, and posing in the school garden. Hopefully by next year, we'll be back to the hallways and tugging, but in the meantime, an art walk around the neighborhood will have to do.
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