I love the sense of accomplishment I get when a huge task is
done… and done well. Three months ago we
closed on our retirement farm and ever since we’ve been busting butt trying to
get what my husband calls “Phase One” done.
Because of the type of mortgage we were able to get, we were given a
list of items that had to be corrected, repaired, or replaced within six months
of closing. Some we expected. Some we did not. Replace the roof: yep. No brainer on that one. It was raining indoors with areas as large as
6’ x 4’ rotted straight through the roof.
We had planned on taking off the new and replacing it with a metal roof
immediately upon closing.
Others we didn’t see coming until the list was placed in our
hands, like paint several of the barns.
Really?? You would have to see
these barns but it would be like putting on a brand new high gloss paint job on
a car that was rusted through and needed Bondo first… a lot of Bondo
first. Just seemed crazy. And then there were the three porches that needed
to be scraped and painted. Really?? I
know I must have asked that same question far more times than the inspector had
planned on answering. Porches. They were a priority. On a farm.
Just made no sense to me whatsoever.
But hey, what the inspector wants the inspector gets. (I learned that one from my husband.)
We also expected to find on the list that one of the
bathroom faucets needed to be replaced (leaking profusely) and an old stove
pipe hole in one of the upper bedrooms needed to be covered, filled, or
otherwise repaired. No biggies for
either of these. One that continued to
force my proverbial question was the requirement to paint the entire interior
of the house. This is not a small house,
though we both thought our retirement home would be one of the little box homes
you find in the halls of IKEA. Instead,
we fell in love with a five bedroom, two bath, over 2000 square foot home
complete with a formal dining room, oversize living room, country kitchen and
mudroom to boot. Paint it all? Now??
Really?? We honestly had planned
on spending the next fifteen to twenty years painting a room here and a room
there as we could afford to buy another can of paint and fit in the time to do
it. Nope. That was on the list too so it
had to be done, all of it, along with the roof and the barns and the porches
and and and… Did I mention we also
needed to pull out all the ceilings on the upper floor because they were water
damaged from the roof leaking? Yep. That too.
So new drywall and ceiling insulation were also on the list.
Oh, the list. It’s at
times like this you enlist all your friends, family, and even your faith
family… and we did. God bless each and
every one of them. We surely couldn’t
have done it without them. Now you might
think six months to complete all this work really isn’t that bad. Maybe.
But cut that in half. Yes. Half.
Come to find out, in order to get a mortgage that allows you to use some
of the mortgage funds to complete initial work on the house (which we needed),
you get two disbursements of funds, half when you begin and the remainder after
final inspection. That means you have to
carry the second half of expenses, both materials and labor, on your own back
until the job is done. Really? Yep. Really.
So six months quickly was compressed into three and the race
was on. We finished this week. We hit the finish line and received our
ribbon. Perfect inspection. The barns had been scraped, primed and
painted. The porches the same. The old roof was removed and the new was
installed, along with new insulation in both the rafters and attic floor. The rotted drywall was removed from the
entire upper floor ceiling and new was installed, taped, mudded, sanded,
primed, and painted. Every wall in the
entire house was mudded, sanded, primed and then painted… twice. The faucet was replaced and the hole was
filled. And at 1 am before the 9 am we
expected our inspector to arrive, we were done.
[sigh] Sometimes we don’t know what we are really capable of until we do
it.
What huge task do you have hovering over your head? Don’t give up. You’ll reach your finish line as well, if you
just keep at it… and at it… and at it.
But I have to tell you, when you see the finish line and the ribbon is
being dangled out in front of you like a carrot in front of a horse’s nose,
just reach out your hand and grab it!
And then go take a nap.
thanx for the article and congrats on the finish line being crossed.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the *new Jerusalem* has little or nothing on your "new" [revamped, anyway] farm. Don't smell any sulphur, so guess my comment didn't rank too high on the blasphemy scale.
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