The termite guy said I have termites and that the whole addition was so faultily constructed that I’m sitting on a landmine. Well that is how Monday started and I wanted to just ball my eyes out like a baby or run for the hills. Instead I’m just trying to take deep breaths. I have put more money into this house that god knows I should and at the prospect of sinking yet more in to remedy this ongoing issue with the fact that the way the terrace was designed water stays on it like a sheet, the idiots who put the siding up didn’t back paint the low grade cypress, so it has rotted three times already – the first time I replaced one whole side, the second time I replaced pieces of it, and now Rudy is injecting rot stabilizer and trying to do the minimum we can to not replace the wood yet one more time. And now we have termites.
Good lord almighty.
Which means that this whole water and flashing issue has to be addressed – but if anything like the rest of this damn addition, it will be a patch only band-aiding me to the next thing.
I am about to go on a house maintenance strike the likes of which have never been seen on this planet – I will sit here and watch the LaLa rot.
Oh, if only.
Rudy said his mother was always all about the house and taking care of the house and now she’s dead.
See what I mean. The house is going to kill me because I don’t have the stomach to let it rot and I don’t have the heart to deal with the stress of maintaining it.
Oh, what is a grown woman to do?