I don't think I've mentioned it on the blog, but the floor in my living room is having some issues. Recently I pulled the sofa our from the wall to clean the baseboards and noticed that the hardwood floors were bubbling up and the floor seemed damp in places. Then, when I vacuumed, a piece of wood basically tore away from the hardwoods and I knew I had a problem on my hands. I contacted the insurance company who gave me the name of a contractor and I scheduled a meeting with said contractor on Wednesday afternoon of this week.
I was supposed to meet the guy at 4:30, but I lost track of time and left work a little later than I had planned; so, I called to let him know I was running late. I arrived about 10 minutes late and the guy was there waiting on me, which was nice because let's face it, most contractors are never on time. I introduced myself and apologized for running late, unlocked the door and into the house we went. We had not been inside a minute yet when the guy asked me if I went to school at HG.
"Yes," I replied, "did you?"
"Yes," he said, "I was a year or two above you and I think I even went to your house after prom one year."
At this point, I'm sure I had the look of complete surprise on my face because this was a person whom I did not even remotely recognize. Not only that, but I seriously had no recollection of having one person, let alone multiple people over to my (parents') house after prom - ever. He had to have been talking about my junior prom because I didn't even go to HG for my senior year as we lived in Birmingham, although I did attend the prom at HG that year. I feel like I'm giving way too many details about my prom life here.
Anyway, I said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember. I really don't remember many people from high school to be honest." I felt terrible because this happens to me a lot - people who went yo my high school will recognize me and I will have no clue who they are. Apparently I must have left an impression on many a high school classmate, and they apparently did not leave much of an impression on me. I asked the guys who he went to prom with and his date was in fact a friend of mine, but I sure did not remember him.
Sadly, just as I suspected, the floor is wet and it is from the condensation from my AC unit and the floor will have to be replaced. I have put in an inquiry to the insurance company but feel 99% confident that this problem of mine will not be covered which means it will be yet another grand or two expense that I've had to pay since we renovated the house. Currently I do not have the funds for this project so for the time being I'm just hoping the floor doesn't cave in when I plop my large behind on the couch one evening. I'm really keeping my fingers crossed that I will be able to hold off on this project until I'm on vacation next year so I don't have to be home while it's taking place. In addition to the living room, the kitchen will also need to be replaced because they run concurrent and it would look absolutely ridiculous if I did one and not the other. So, rock on 2013, you are really a very special year.
In other home related news, I managed to catch my next door neighbor, Charlie, at home yesterday and asked him if he would mind if I would chop down the shrubs in between our houses. I told him the story of how I was sure the previous owner planted them there for spite and that they were too big, overgrown and ugly and on his property line. He seemed kind of hesitant at first and I told him I could just trim them back if he wanted but it sure would make things a lot easier for mowing if they were all gone. In the end, he agreed to let me chop them down. So, now, I have a weekend project in my future and I'm pretty stoked about it because I hate those bushes with a passion, as does my grandmother to be quite honest.
Perhaps chopping down those bushes will help relieve me of some of the angst I'm feeling thanks to 2013 - one can only hope!