Mud: we has lots of it
We have lots of sticky clay mud, shoe scrapers everywhere and signs of reptiles we’d rather not meet face to face.
We have lots of sticky clay mud, shoe scrapers everywhere and signs of reptiles we’d rather not meet face to face.
A tree fell on a power line on our property, PG&E’s tech took the low road, and the line turned out to be connected to nothing.
A list of small things: wood chips, a mower for Dino, feral cats, my parents’ visit and a booking calendar in the works.
Our two furnaces date from 1966 and burn heating oil, and finding someone who can service them is a project in itself.
The trim is painted, the tape is off and the blue room is done, our first full-room remodel.
The old hot tub’s circuit was a half-assed mess of shared power and rotted wiring, so the new tub gets a proper 220V circuit in a fresh trench.
The hissing 80-gallon water heater turned out to be failing in many ways, so it’s replaced.
Our new hot tub arrived, and the old one barely fit under the eaves on its way out.
The replacement faucet arrived, the exact same model and not defective this time, and the kitchen sink is finally sorted.
Our new hot tub is a Maxx 461 from Trade Winds Spas in Los Gatos, picked with no hard sell, and the pad is leveled and ready.
