Hovel update...

The bedroom doors are hung and hardware installed. I didn't paint them before hanging because it is too darn cold to be painting outside (see fence below). LOL...

A licensed plumber has visited the hovel, and his words on the hot water heater, were not encouraging.  As the water heater is small, old, & lives in a dark cubby under the stairwell it will need replacing down the line.  Since it is small it is a special order, I can't just go to HD or the like, and pick one up.  And because it is special order, it is of course more $$$$.  There is the option of going tankless, but that is more $$$$ yet.  His recommendation is to be fast, and live with it, til I can't.  

We removed all the flow restrictors, so the water pressure problem has been eliminated.

Today the electricians came to replace the electrical panel, replace a GFI plug in the kitchen, and figure out what was going on with my bedroom heater. I did ask if the door jamb pounding was the cause of the heater not working, and it wasn't. The thermostat had decided to fail, it was replaced and my room is now warm.  Tomorrow morning it will be interesting to not have icicles hanging from my bangs when I wake up.  The electricians were on time, within the $,$$$ quote, and cleaned up after themselves.  Plus, they were friendly, like old pickups, Chris Stapleton music, and answered all my pesky questions. I will tape, texture & paint the places the electricians cut the drywall for the new panel and that can be checked off the long list.

The small back patio has a picket fence around it, a white picket fence.  Which really doesn't go with the design of the hovel.  I can't afford to replace the fence so I'm painting it Espresso bean. I've done part of it, in near freezing weather between down pours, because I wanted to see what it would look like. 

When the temp gets a touch higher I will finish it. Hopefully this way it will sorta disappear into the landscape instead of standing out like a dirty white petticoat. 

Miss B spent a long weekend with her sister & I.  It was good to have a house full of kids, with all the loud music, and giggles, and cook real breakfasts and dinners. The first morning asked them what they wanted for breakfast, "Oh, we don't usually eat breakfast" they said.  Next morning, I put plates & the platter in the oven to warm, fried bacon, cooked eggs, made pancakes, and served fresh berries. They said "Oh, we don't usually eat breakfast"... as they were getting started on second helpings... 

Another 1,000 puzzle has been started, with good headway made by Miss B while she was here.

There is Lots more to do to the hovel, before I'm willing to call it home...

Moving in...

News from the hovel...  
So much to do here, and I'm a bunch slower at getting things done than I used to be. Which frustrates the heck out of me.

Learning the ins & outs of life in the hovel complex.

Like my mail box # key doesn't match my hovel number. An elderly neighbor lady? explained that "box numbers are different from the actual hovel numbers, so the thieve'n bastards don't know which hovel you live in, dear". Off to the main post office I went to have them tell me that my local carrier would let me know which box was mine. A couple days later the kindly postman wrote my hovel number, "on the outside of my mail box", to let me know which box was mine. I'm putting a "Girls with Guns" sticker on it in the name of fair warning to "thieve'n bastards".

Trying to get an element replaced in the water heater is a work in progress. Granddaughter Jacey said she had the coldest shower she has ever had in her life when she first tried the shower out.  My words of wisdom to her were: "Yep, there is no dwaddling in that sucker. You can get about a minute more out of it if you twist the dial just so, and say three hail Marys." As soon as the handyman recovers from surgery he will replace the water heater elements, but is "not sure that will fix the problem as the shower is upstairs, you know". oh my God, where do these people come from.

The hovel came without bedroom doors, I have no idea why.  The previous owners finish carpenter, and I use that term very lightly, seems to have forgotten to replace the doors that had gone to the landfill, or another condo.  I took measurements, and Jacey and I went off to HD to get new doors. 

Jacey says shopping with me is way different than shopping with her mom.  "I like going with you, Nanny. You go in with a list of aisle, bay, & SKU #s, get what you came for and are outta there." 

Got the doors home, and a friend came to help me install them. That didn't go too well as he's a brick mason, not a door hanging carpenter.  My son offered to bring his router over and help me hang them. That went much better. Well except for the jambs were off by a hair and the doors wouldn't close. I was contemplating getting a plane, when we decided that a few well placed hammer blows to the jambs might solve the problem.  It worked perfectly. Now the doors swing true.  I will install door handles today, and try to figure out why the wall heater in my bedroom (same wall as the door) no longer works...