Unveiling Our Dreams
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My husband and I had become orphans in a sense not long before we met. We had both lost our centers, our homes, and our direction.
It would stand to reason that two, such as us raising children in this land of freedom. We would want to make sure that our offspring was set up in a way that they would at least have their home.
It was our dream for the future. The kids have a happy home.
Seven years ago, my son stepped up and got us the loan to buy my house in his name.
But we bought the house we were currently living in and renting from our landlord and lady.
We should have absolutely required they at least reroofed the house.
The roof problem has caused other things and floors to start to shift. So much so that it had started to affect plumbing and pipes.
Well, since my husband is retired from welding and building utility trailors. He decided he could fix the floors, the plumbing, and with the help of our other son reroof the roof.
I guess he was living in another world because ..
Babe, you are retired for a reason.
But he pressed forward with all his pain and started to remove the shingles that were protecting my belongings from almost all the rain.
The folks before us must not have given a single fig about code ordinances. My goodness, there wasn’t just 1 to 4 layers of shingles on my house. There were six and nine in some places.
The freaking roof was weighing down my house so much that part of it was sinking in the sand it used to sit on top of.
We had shingles that just went on forever.
Plus, the fact that he really jumped into this thing head first and didn’t take any precautions of where the things would land when they were loosened enough to fall.
I came home from work, and there’s a big tarp laying over a big big mound of removed shingles. Yep, they were laying flat on the ground, not on the tarp or the trailer. So instead of raking the things onto the tarp, to make for easy removal. He put even more shingles, rotting wood, pieces of flashing ,and siding on top of the pile on the ground.
It took him an entire week to finish three quarters of my house. But the worst part of our roof is this a great big valley that my previous landlady had already had to contend with.
Come to find out they’ve been patching this spot for several years before we moved in.
But the first time that it started leaking they acted like,
oh no, wonder why this started leaking?
But since there was not nine layers of shingles on it anymore it can not be just patched.
So until we can afford a pro roofer to find out exactly the specific pitch we need to build inside our valley we hammered and stapled a giant tarp on top of my roof.
For the most part it works to keep the rain out. Except on those really windy rainy days. Then I’ve got pots and buckets catching all the water falling through.
Then, suddenly, the insurers decide it’s time for an insurance review. They pulled rank and said they would need to protect the banks' interest, and we would need to pay an extra 100$ a month for just insurance added to the loan. It’s only covered in case of fire, natural disaster, and personal injury. As long as the roof doesn’t fall in on them. It would only pay out a maximum of $39,000, if it should be destroyed to unsuspicousness.
This isn’t the end by far.
When it was time to remove the shingles from my yard a fellow that called himself a friend.
He told us that he would haul all of them away when he took his last load to the landfill.
Idk where he thought that was because he had ended up dumping on a farmers farmland.
Lucky for us, some of my sons junk mail was caught in the middle of the shingles, and we had the sheriff’s office pay us a visit.
It took us three, four hour days to clean the mess up. We’ve not seen the friend since then.
After roofing, he started on the part of the house that had the drain pipe leaking. The exact same spot that since the roof was so heavy and the ground was soft from being wet, it had caused the house to start to sink.
He pulled and cut up the floor, got a giant floor jack, some concrete blocks, and began to raise the joist back up.
We hadn’t even noticed that the doorframes and around these areas didn’t match up to the opposite side of the frames anymore.
FYI, you always start replacing the draining pipes before the incoming pipes.
Then, who knew they sold light, medium, and super tough pipe glue?
Wouldn’t anyone think they would want the toughest glue for home plumbing there is?
So every other day, we would just be sitting watching TV. Suddenly we would hear a pop then gushing water.
One of us would hop up and run to turn the water main off. But no one ever put the pipe wrench back where it came from, we ran around looking for it while the water bill just went up and up.
In the meantime time I’ve got pieces of ceiling falling down around my home. Not just flakes or little crumbs. These are sizes measured in squares.
The electric wires and circuit box are also an issue. This past spring, we had a storm that knocked electric to this entire region out of power for three days.
How, I do not know, but the light in just my kitchen, still had power to go on and off.
????
With that strange occurance, and our electric company rates us using twice as much electric as the nearby homes the same size.
Electric is not tbe only issue with the utility bills. The city hall here gone and lost their damn minds.
A year ago they replaced all the meters with new ones, cause it was time.
Our first bill comes in. We are astonished to see it was over $200, $217.28 to be exact. More than $130 was for sewer.
Wait, what?
That’s correct our sewer cost us more here than our clean water. Not to mention, what residence has a bill over $200?
Now we are down the home loan and another ten grand in home, almost repairs.
Looking up
He just up and stated last night that we needed to be on the lookout for a good pull behind to attach to our truck.
I have wanted to get an RV and become a gypsy in America for the longest time
Off the grid and exploring my country.
We will need a good RV that doesn’t leak or need anything inside it fixed if we are to make this a go.
With his retirement check alone, we can pay the bank note for the house, most of the gas to get to parts unknown, and the food we will need for the month. But it’s crazy to take off without some type of security catch.
So I’ve got to make good here on Medium at least one time. Keep my day job to start saving enough to place in savings for any types of emergency.
You guys, I really, really, really, really want to visit parts unknown. To visit all the crystal blue water falls on the map.
Oh, and also the Grand Cannon, Yellowstone, Mount Rushmore, those giant trees, and Devils Peak. I can’t forget Niagra Falls or the Statue of Liberty.
Those are all breathtaking, and I’ve only ever seen them in movies and still pictures.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my home, and all the land its on and all the things in it.
It’s plain to see my husband and me would fair much better on the road than in our current situation
But me and him have never just lived free like that. Soon after we met, we got pregnant. It locked us down to being responsible human beings. But now our kids are grown, and there’s nothing but this money pit holding is back.
So, if everyone could find it in their hearts to be sure to read my articles for a minimum of a minute. It would help me and him to roll away just like Bob Seager sang.
l’ll do the same thing back for you and promote every one else to do the same. Just a little more incentive.
Ok that’s the end of my story thanks for reading.
The End!
