Per Your Suggestion...

Today we got a home inspector named Chip to come and re-do our home inspection. He came at 6:30AM and was done at 8:30. What he really did was give us a clinic. As a result of some of his findings, we're going to be writing to the home inspector we used to purchase the place to ask for our money back. Maybe we'll include that letter as a blog post.

For those that hadn't heard this part of the story, we used the back-up, fill-in, secondary, auxiliary home inspector because the seller's agent initially pressured us to move very quickly with our due diligence. He was trying to accelerate the process... up until the point he had to undertake any part of that process himself. Chip's docket was full when we were trying to accommodate the seller, so we found the back-up inspector.

Some of the things Chip explained that the previous inspector did not:

A) We have no main breaker in our fuse box to turn off the juice in our house, which is dangerous.

B) Our upstairs bathroom vent exits four feet above, directly into our attic, and as a result, we have a mild but intensifying case of mildew and mold on the interior north wall of the attic.

C) The fact that our gable vents were covered from the inside with wood brings clarity to the heat I experienced during this weekend's brutal trip to the attic.

D) The original inspector said we had no trap (a bend in the pipe that has sitting water in it so as to keep sewer air from rising into the house) on our half-bathroom sink, but in fact, there is a trap in the tube in the basement.

From my perspective, this is all good news. We learned a ton that we did not know.

Also, the locksmith came and installed new locks in the back and side doors and on the garage. That allowed us to remove the lacerated screen door in the front, since we weren't fans, and we're planning to use the side entrance much more often.


In other news, we discussed the psychological underpinnings of tattoos over dinner, because, boy oh boy, there are a lot of tattoo parlors and folks all tatted up in Providence.

Sue starts work one week from today. The Dachshund, Othello, next door is barking almost non-stop. Ellen, Othello's owner, is away on summer vacation. That poor little wiener is going to have a sore throat that won't quit. The plumber returns tomorrow for a look-see, and Mr. Hackworth, per your suggestion...