Still No Luck

DSC_0092I so much want a refrigerator by now – any refrigerator! Well, any refrigerator but the one that’s been stewing in its own juices since it died here on September 8th, just before our last heat wave. That refrigerator immediately began giving off an odor like a combination of rotten eggs, dirty socks and the way a thing smells when somebody sneezes on it.

I bought the new fridge over the phone 8 days ago. last Friday, not three but SIX delivery guys found that it wouldn’t fit in the room. They suggested we hire contractors to make the adjustment necessary to getting it in here.( Those stories above.)

They came back again once we’d made those adjustments and they STILL couldn’t install it, for the simple reason that the floor under the old fridge had rotted completely away . Evidently a leak some time in the Clinton Administration just chewed away the solid old support beams that shore up the kitchen .

“It’s a wonder this thing didn’t fall clear through the floor and land in your basement!” said one delivery guy.

“It did seem to be kind of rocking when you opened it  I noticed lately ” said a family member.

“I’m afraid to step here!” trilled a second delivery guy.

Then Brave Dave came home and ‘stepped there’ with our carpenter-pal Dick Iannetti. They worked together most of yesterday cutting out the old beams. Dick will come back today and finish putting in the new.

Pretty funny to think what might have happened: ‘Got Milk?’.” Sure,  let me just reach in here. Whoa!!!”  FoompAnd only settling dust left to tell the tale. 

This is the wood under the old one: As they used to say in Ancient Rome,  “Res ipse ‘loquitur! The thing speaks for itself. This was taken in the kitchen. Those are the  bricks of the chimney it backs up to. And that golden light center front? That’s coming up from the cellar.




6 thoughts on “Still No Luck

  1. I feel your pain. Our house in Seattle has a spa room I NEVER wanted. So how fun was it when black stuff started coming through the walls? I still have a video of the contractor showing me how you could squeeze the beams like a sponge.

    With four kids, my unit-of-measure is a year of college tuition (out of state, of course, because God-forbid my kid should go to school someplace affordable). So two tuition-years later, we had a brand new spa room finished just in time for the tenants who are renting the house because we moved to England. The same tenants who got the brand new dream kitchen (3.5 tuition-years) that was just getting finishing touches as I moved my boxes across the pond.

    I look at the pictures sometimes…

  2. Reminds me of the rotting fascia board under my deck slider doors, not only rotting away but allowing mushroom spores that blew in from the woods to take root and grow right up under and over the vinyl flooring. A floor man said it wasn’t that bad but the next man that stomped on it knocked through to the cellar below. Next before installing a new deck, they tried to fasten the other with bolts that should have been there. The whole back wall of my basement caved in. I had to replace the kitchen floor twice before the leaks from the fascia were corrected (at my expense, the condo assoc. said it wasn’t their fault and insurance wouldn’t cover it because we weren’t in a flood plain) – oh, the joys of home ownership! One thing that wasn’t done the first time the fascia board was replaced was no flashing was used – a handyman working for the assoc. used putty! I noticed that the men putting on new siding here are using copper flashing at the foundation level. The Handyman who used to write a column for the Boston Globe used some of my pictures and letters for 4 columns and was a good source of information. Good luck Terry.

  3. Yoiks!

    Have you ever watched the realty and renovation porn channel known as HGTV? It seems an invariable rule that whenever anything is removed or uncovered in an old house, something terrible and expensive is lurking. Black mold, asbestos, knob-and-tube wiring cunningly disguised as Romex, and floors with no visible means of support.

    I’m sure it’s all lurking behind the lead paint in my old house.

  4. Well if you look at it this way, if the floor of your van would be rotting out, you’d be driving around Fred Flintstone style! Seriously though, that kind of luck you have there puts my own life and wraths into mega perspective! Hope they get that floor all patched up soon so you can install that new fridge once and for all!

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