By popular demand, here are the results of our office repair. if you missed the post, the previous owners of the house improperly ran the HVAC cables out of the wall straight into the rain trench, so when it rained and the water level rose, it ran straight into the wall, flooding the office.
The electrician who came to look at it backed away slowly with his hands in the air. Then we called the company who usually services our AC, SM Air. A couple of techs came out, looked at it, and one of them said, “Well, that’s interesting.” Words you never want a contractor to say. And then they said, “We have to take this back to the office.”
I didn’t think they would get back to us. But a couple of days after they did.
They hired two subcontractors, one for the concrete, the other for the dry wall, came out, and fixed it in a single day. So apparently none of the cables were properly isolated. They had cut the wall up in the office, pulled everything out, rerouted it, made a new hole, pulled the cables through to the outside, sealed it, and repaired everything.
Look. Like it never happened.
The whole thing cost us less than $1,700, which was quite reasonable considering cost involved in dealing with the flood and the danger of mold. So Gordon and I are quite happy with it. We’ve had rain and it hasn’t leaked. Yesterday Dad called via Skype and commented on how nice the office looked. They are having what would’ve been a record heat wave of 102 degrees, except that this is the new normal now. We talked about COVID and people refusing to wear masks, and he told me a joke.
How to get a Russian to kill themselves?
Pick a tall bridge and put up a sign “Jumping off this bridge is categorically prohibited!”
Still no progress on camera. Thinking about it, but most of the energy is going into writing.
Okays, got to go work. Ryder won’t write itself.