Well, things change. I guess that’s to be expected.
Working to repair damages from the freakish winter storm here, I thought at Casa Spwilcen, we’d been smacked more than others. Turns out that was not the case.
My first clue to the extent of damages was when I noticed the flood of panel trucks, pickup trucks, and tradesman’s trailers the week of the event. Since then, it’s been a steady flow.
Plumbing, drywall, stonework, roofing, windows, and even tree work. Some others too, but I’m keying this at the end of my first full day out hacking away at what I can handle here myself. And for that work, I’m bushed, so I’m not really focused on detail at the moment.
Here, drywall repair is almost done, and the front step brick work is finished so the steps are no longer a hazard. Waiting on a handyman to reassess the gutters. Know for a fact one end cap was popped-loose by ice. After sixteen years the gutters need some resealing. Two more surrounds to have stone reset. Then it’ll just be normal yardwork with added primps and make-pretties for the possibility of putting the place on the market.
Out today doing a lot of that yardwork – a challenge when you’ve not done serious work (save shoveling snow) since last fall – I got to chat with one or two of the neighbors. Chatting because it was a lovely day and a good excuse to take a break. For the rain lately, getting onto the mowing was delayed beyond normal so grass was tall and breaks frequent for the lawn mower and for this old dewd.
Many folks had leaks caused by ice jams which damaged walls, ceilings, and flooring. One music man suffered some serious damage to his in-home studio. Not in this subdivision but down the road a piece, many folks had steps damaged by the ice and freeze-thaw cycles.
We’re working through it. All of us.
About that tall grass in lawns. Nice looking in a horse pasture kind of way, but a little unkempt considering none of our yards here are horse pastures. And not dry enough yet for easy cutting.
Yesterday, I looked across the street. You know only a few of us here mow our own yards. Most hire it out. Landscape crewmen (and one or two crewladies) attack the yards with industrial mowers. Zip, zap, zop – done! Oddly, those of us who do mow ourselves are (ahem!) older gents. Youngsters apparently have no time for it (which allows me to call “bullshit!” – they’re just lazy).
Anyway, across the street, Mel had a crew in his yard. Industrial mowers and trimmers. They do they job but not owning the places they tend, don’t hit the finer points. Mel has a few years on me and always kept his place looking ship-shape. Now he has a crew doing his yard work. Mel says it’s his ticker. Who next?
Guess when our mowing schedules land on the same day now, Mel won’t be across the street behind his mower, too.
It’s the end of an era.