Monday, August 02, 2004

the house hates me...

Well, I got pretty much everything dried out as best as I could. I actually went to Hokema's Vaccuum place and rented one of those steam vacs to assist in getting the water out from the carpet. It did a pretty good job of it, because I must have taken out 2 gallons of water from that damn carpet. The wood floor appeared to have dried up nicely without warping too much.
Until I woke up.
I walked out into the kitchen, and suddenly I almost fell over. Now, I am not the brightest of people in the morning, and I usually like to think that the ground I am walking on is safe, flat, and dry. Well, it was dry at least :) There is now a HUGE bulge in the middle of the kitchen's beautiful hardwood floor about 3 feet long and a foot wide. It bulges up quite a bit, enough for the planks (?) to start separating.

My dad also came up from San Jose last weekend, and picked up my sister from Davis on the way. I think he was planning on coming up anyway because my mom is in North Dakota at a family reunion, but he turned it into a "scan the damage" trip. He woke me up at around 11:40AM and we walked into the kitchen. He was suprisingly docile and didn't even give the impression of being mad at all. He called the realtor who happens to live up the street, and we all met and had a pow-wow in the middle of the kitchen and discussed what to do with the house.
It looks like we are going to completely replace the kitchen floor, and just clean the carpet instead of replacing it as well. I found out that this was just kind of an add-on for my dad, who already put down a very large chunk of change to get the deck replaced (two levels, wraps around a 3300 sq. ft. house on a hill... you can imagine...) as well as some other asthetic things around the house. Did I mention that I found out my shower leaks the day my parents moved? Heh, just one more thing to add to this ever growing list of fix-its on the house.
So my dad was at that point that is like "It just doesn't matter anymore" so I think that my parents are going to drop the price on the house significantly to get it to sell and just be done with it. Oh, did I mention that if it isn't sold in eleven months, my parents have to come up with $200,000 cash for the payment on the house they bought in San Jose?

One crisis at a time I guess. Thank you all for your support as I continue to rip my hair out.

In the good news secion: My last day of work is Thursday, August 12th. I move in to the dorms at Chico on the 18th, and school starts the 23rd. Now if only I can make it that far...