Jeez, it’s been over two weeks since the last time I wrote anything here. What can I say? Things were busy. Anyway, in keeping with the utterly scattershot nature of this site, I’ll now switch from the FA Cup — where Havant & Waterlooville took Liverpool into a 2-2 tie at halftime before falling 5-2 in the fourth round over the weekend — to bloviating about mold — delicious mold.
Specifically, we are trying to get rid of the mold. It came with the house, as a free bonus along with the window treatments, when we bought it. For a time, we welcomed it into our hearts, but since we have a baby now, we figured it was high time to tell it politely to leave. It’s entirely localized in one corner of a single bedroom. Apparently, a single nail was sticking out of the side of the house in a cockeyed manner, allowing rainwater to drip into the pinhole-sized opening over the course of many years.
The previous owners patched the drywall affected by the rain-fed mold but were never able to identify the source of the dampness in the first place, so the mold just grew back in the patched drywall, as well as behind the wall. About a year and a half ago, we had a contractor come in who finally managed to identify the water source — that single cockamamie nail on the exterior at the roof line — and fix it in a highly complicated maneuver. He pounded the nail flat with a hammer.
Of course, that did nothing to end the mold that already exists in the interior of the house. So, we are having mold removal specialists come in tomorrow to do an estimate prior to the actual work of removal. In order to do this, I have to rearrange some furniture in the room in which I am typing this currently. Obviously, this blog entry is an extended stab at procrastination while the kid somehow sleeps soundly to the sonorous strains of Captain Beefheart And His Magic Band in the next room.
I should probably get back to moving stuff and deeply inhaling the room’s ambiance in the process…