a January 24th, 2010

  1. Update on Kip’s Family

    January 24, 2010 by myeye

    When last I updated you on Kip’s family, Jim had been in a coma for two months, but had awakened and been determined well enough to come home for Thanksgiving.  However, he had contracted a staph infection and was re-hospitalized the weekend after Thanksgiving.  . . . more hospital care, and then he was sent to a rehab hospital where he contracted a bacterial infection.  He was home for Christmas, but the first week in January was taken back to the hospital by ambulance.  The hospital here has now recommended he be taken by air ambulance to the Cleveland Clinic.  All this for a relatively routine heart valve replacement!  Sarah says she could not sustain without Kip who sleeps with her at night and is waiting for her by the door whenever she has been out.  She calls him her rock.  There was certainly a reason (of which I was definitely not aware) for him to go live with Jim and Sarah and Jill.

    Please send some strong thoughts for this wonderful family.

  2. Life in the Wind Tunnel – Rant

    January 24, 2010 by myeye

    I’ve tried not to dwell on the mold remediation and flood clean-up because it causes sheer depression.  Last week (Monday) the disaster clean-up workers began.  An incredibly competent woman who is shorter than I am (it is possible) headed the crew.  They sealed off the kitchen and emptied the base  cabinets along the east wall and the vanity in the half bath.  They sealed off the west wall cabinets and the upper cabinets on the east wall and in the laundry room.  The original drying out had been done back on the days following the washing machine hose break.

    Diining Room to Kitchen 1-24-2010Dining room into kitchen

    Little Maria then cut 36″ up and removed all the drywall in the 1/2 bath, laundry room, and the east wall of the kitchen.  They were wearing their HazMat suits.  Little Maria and her crew then thoroughly scrubbed down the walls and studs with chemicals, turned on blowers, sealed the door to the garage and left.  It may only be unsealed by the hygenist.  During the process, they uncovered some prior unworkmanlike repairs.  For example, this house had polybutylene pipe.  I had a leak and Shell Oil (under a class action settlement) had to re-pipe the entire house.  In the kitchen under the cabinets, however, the workers did not put the pipe inside the drywall.  Instead they ran it along the very back of the cabinets, drilling holes in the cabinet boxes to pass the pipe through.  That was inspected by an adjuster who told me that is the proper way to install the pipe.  Right!!!

    In another instance, the plumbing company that turned on my air conditioner last summer used a faulty pitcock.  I have a little utility room at the back of the house for the hot water heater and furnace.  It opens only to the outside.  The pitcock sprayed water all over the little service room, soaking the drywall and insulation.  When I discovered it, I called the plumbing company (which I’d used for years) and two guys came out to replace the pitcock and the drywall.  Turns out they did not run the drywall all the way to the floor behind the furnace, and they put in no insulation.  So this winter, the draft I’ve felt came not from the dog door, but from behind the stove.

    So, those are pre-existing conditions to fix.  But the current company?  I am beyond annoyed.  The mold remediation department head failed to email specifics to the hygenist who must inspect the completed mold remediation and take samples for lab analysis.  Nothing more can be done until he inspects and sends samples to the lab.  Meanwhile an ionizer is running . . . and running . . . and running in the kitchen.  The kitchen countertop from the east wall and the lavatory countertop from the bath, the stove and the dishwasher are all crammed into my garage.  It blocks access to my shop vac, cleaning supplies, tools, trash can liners, etc.  I called the overall foreman on Friday morning and said, “The countertops, stove, and dishwasher must be moved somewhere for storage — I need access to all the stuff that is behind them.”  He assured me it would be moved, but when I came home Friday evening after work, it was all still there.  I’m going to buy a mop and some Pinesol and a bucket so I can mop the downstairs area that is left to us.

    Garage blockade 1-24-2010The garage blockade

    The mold cleaning crew was finished on Thursday — no hygenist came out.  On Friday morning I called the hygenist and he claimed to know nothing about the job.  I gave him the supervisor’s phone number and my adjuster’s phone number and the claim number.  He did not come out on Friday.  Kitchen cannot be unsealed until he gets here — so, I cannot measure for cabinets, so I cannot get a quote for the adjuster, so the whole project is further delayed.

    Then there is the barking dog issue.  With the kitchen sealed off, I have been letting the dogs out into the front area of my walled yard.  It is nearer the street and the sidewalk.  Inca and Phoebe have BIG mouths and apparently have been barking incessantly when outside.  Why’d I not know that?  Because the wind machine in the kitchen is so loud that I cannot even hear the telephone ring if I am downstairs.  One of my neighbors has his bedroom at the front of his home and it must feel as if the dogs are in bed with him barking.  He accosted me on Thursday and was pretty angry (I certainly don’t blame him).  I apologized profusely and said I would do something  about it.  So the dogs are crated upstairs on the side of the house furthest from my neighbor’s home and I am letting them out one at a time.  I guess I was just so tied up with the construction (or lack thereof) issues that I wasn’t paying attention to what the dogs were doing while outside.  I hate crating dogs for the day so run home at noon to let them out — one at a time.  I trade off office dogs.  Of course, Chase is crazed about Phoebe — that creates another dynamic.  Inca is like someone’s much younger sister who wants to be part of everything and is flat out annoying.  As soon as the dust clears, she is going to be debarked.

    There is no water available downstairs with all the construction — so the bright spot is that I am running up and down the stairs about twenty-five times a day (always carrying something — e.g.,  the puppy going down and dishes to be washed in the bathtub going up).  It is soooo good for my heart and thighs . . .

    . . . and the wind machine roars in the background . . .