As you all know, we recently moved into a house that, if we owned it, would be referred to as The Money Pit, given all the things that went wrong with it and continue to be uncovered. But, since we don’t own it, at least I can take solace in the fact that all these repairs are on someone else’s dime.
I feel the need to let everyone know that some action has been taken, and plans are in the works to get to work on aesthetics once the kittens have all gone to their new homes. I have paint colours picked out, but I am most looking forward to sanding and painting these terrible hardwood floors. I hate looking at them more than anything in this whole house. The landlord sent over a team of misfits on Good Friday, and they cleaned up the landfill in the backyard. They spent all day raking leaves that had not been picked up in a few years, they took away all the garbage, and most importantly, the dog shit as well. We now have an excellent blank-canvas back there, but we are still waiting on a tree trimming.
Also, it should be noted that the downstairs floor drain was capped, so it no longer splashes back into the basement. However, now that the algae has started to dry up, it seems to be smellier than usual. I’m hoping that musty dirt-basement smell doesn’t last too much longer, but at least the weather is nice enough that we can open the windows. The kitchen sink no longer leaks, we got a new hot water heater, the bathroom sink now has water pressure and the washing machine barely leaks anymore. All good things, but now that the weather has warmed up, the upstairs bathroom seems to be smelling like sewer pretty much all the time and it’s migrating into the rest of the house. I have the distinct feeling that the drain line to the sewer is going to have to be dug up and slanted so that things can drain to the street. Actually, I was watching Holmes on Homes last week, and they installed a VENT to the plumbing so maybe that’s what we need. Either way, that’s a huge job and I hesitate to even bring this up to the landlord, because I don’t want him getting pissed and hiking our rent for all the extra cash he’s dumping into this house. Then again, I’m not a doctor, but I’m quite certain that it’s not healthy to live in a house full of sewer fumes that have nowhere to go, not to mention the fact that it’s quite unpleasant to come home to. It is his responsibility to make sure this place is safe and healthy for tenants. Besides, if he refuses to fix it, I would hate to have to get tough and call in a home inspector, because I have the feeling that with the lack of bathroom ventilation fan, the sewer issues, the damage to the flooring and all things underneath it, and the [very likely] mould growing/dying in the dirt basement, it might be condemned, and then we’d have to move… AGAIN.
The thing that has really gotten to me is that we HAVE to live in either basement suites or shitholes because of the ridiculous housing market here. We work hard and are good people, we just can’t afford to (nor do we want to) buy an over-priced house and we're not able to rent a nicer or newer place, because they all cost way more to rent than we can afford. And it’s not like we can’t afford it because we are unemployed or addicts, Matt works a full-time job, and I am a student and working part-time. We almost never go out or buy crap we don’t need. We cook all our own meals and try to save money wherever we can. Doing all this, we SHOULD be able to make ends meet and live somewhere at least half-way decent. But because of the fucking housing boom here, and the fact that many company’s wages haven’t bothered to catch up to the cost of living, we can’t, and it is REALLY starting to bother me. We don’t deserve to live in a shithole, we deserve somewhere nice to come home to after working and going to school all day, but the sad fact of the matter is that we cannot make that happen, purely for financial reasons. It’s very unfair, and while I understand that landlords want to make money, I feel like just once in a while, they should see good people when they’re right in front of them, and maybe give them a break. We could really use a break.