In the spring, we weathered a big move into a much too small house. There have been electrical problems with loose wiring (the electricity in the house was redone after the owners had a catastrophic fire last year and should have been up to snuff) on two separate occasions. We've had a porch invaded by wasps that Bill the bug killer, well, killed. I've personally demonstrated that I can kill bugs myself with the murder of an entire family of wolf spiders on my hands. That one was totally unexpected as I did not expect to be killing more than one spider at the time. Who knew I had it in me? Just to make life more exciting, I've killed a total of 6 wasps that despite windows being closed (because they're painted shut), have found their way into my knitting room. Let's just say that I owe my sanity to Raid.
The latest problem to emerge in this 96 year old home is a leak in the bathroom upstairs. I had no clue it was there until the drywall seam above the kitchen sink lifted and a constant drip, drip, drip of water occurred with each shower. Being responsible tenants, we called the leasing company immediately. The maintenance man came out and caulked the shower, but I knew in my heart that this was not the issue. Sure enough, the leaking continued, and we continued to call the management company. The drywall above the kitchen sink is no longer firm, having a texture more like sponge, and a hole has formed for easy escape of the water building up behind it.
These homeowners--thank God it's not us--have no exterior access to the upstairs plumbing. Since the bathtub has jets, it's obvious to me that there have been upgrades since 1914 and it's perplexing why a prior owner hasn't left an access. What a nightmare this repair is going to be for the current owner. Again, not us.
As renters, we're scouring the MLS postings for homes to buy and counting the days until this lease is finished. I'm thankful we signed a contract for just one year and not 18 months as the owner had wanted.
It won't be long until I get to entertain you with another home search. Gee, won't that be exciting? We still can't settle on any one area, though I do like the town where we live. Walking to town for dinner, shopping, knitting and getting my hair done has its charm and value. It's still a bit expensive here and these old homes may look nice, but eat a lot of money. I wouldn't want to live right downtown, either, mainly because of the Wednesday through Saturday nightclub and bar issues that occur at 2 AM. There is a house available on the east side of town that's on a canal leading into Lake St. Clair. I'm hoping to stay in the middle of my hospice territory with just a smidge more property and house. I'd like a small farm that could sustain a few animals and a D.O.G. It's past time for us to have a dog or two again.