There is a hole in my basement ceiling. Last night Jacob discovered a leak. I think we found it, but we had to cut a huge hole in the ceiling. At least it isn't a broken pipe. It has only been 2 month since we finished fixing the last leak. I hate living in a 35+ year old house. I have never really been fond of this house, but 17 years ago it was what was affordable. But I will be honest, if I had the money, I would be out of here. But maybe now that the ceiling is open and no one will have to climb in the crawl space, I can get the tubing run to the refridgerator and we can hook up the water.
My dryer needs a new bearing. Or belt. Or something. I wish Trevor was home to fix it. It squeakes and squeals and is extremely loud. It sounds as if the drum is going to take off. Oh, and I noticed water under the washer.
Jessica's clutch needs replaced, or tightened or loosened or something. Her dad was going to fix it, I am not sure what he is waiting on, but it would be nice if it got done soon.
The vacumm is clogged somewhere and I can't figure it out. I have taken it apart as much as I know how and cleaned it out, but it still doesn't have the suction it should. I guess I am going to have to take it in to be serviced.
The piano needs tuned.
And both bathrooms need painted. Maybe I'll let you choose the color. Any ideas?
Maybe I'll just go get a haircut and a manicure and forget it all for a while.
Indeed.
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